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Haarlep didn't stop the warm chuckle coming from their throat as Raphael surveyed his evening accommodation. “It may not be much, not compared to your grand estate - but I'm sure you'll be able to find yourself quite comfortable.” He watched as Raphael sneered at the room, to Haarleps credit it was clean and tidy, aside from one or two items clearly meant to be left for later. “If you're nervous I can fix you a drink?”. Haarlep cooed, putting away their keys and jacket, heavily kicking off their boots to disguise the click of locking the door - they had agreed to spend an evening here, and Haarlep was certain that they would remain in their den.
Raphael mentally groaned, how had this incubus of a man persuaded him back to their hovel instead of his home? Their apartment was half the size of his foyer! Truly, to his detrimental interest, Raphael finally understood what a ‘studio’ flat was, everything was viewable all at once from the door: a cramped bathroom which included a left up toilet seat and watermarks on the shower glass, the living ‘area’ - which even that felt like an unbelievable exaggeration - had a coffee table snuggly fit between a loveseat sofa and the TV, the stand for which the device sat on was thankfully filled with closed boxes, he didn't dare imagine what this fiend would hide all over their home, the minuscule pathway led towards an empty balcony, no curtains or blinds, not that there were any who could see in from this height, least not by accident. The kitchenette, though small, was adequate, it wasn't a room he visited much in his own home, but it was clean and presentable, a coffee machine and cocktail kit stood on the countertops by the integrated hob and microwave. And the ‘bedroom’, a double bed wedged between two walls and the sofa as a footer, leaving another tiny walkway to get in and out, drawers tucked beneath the bed is where he assumed Haarlep kept their clothes. “And you live in such confinement?" Raphael couldn't help but ponder aloud, it was minimal yet full.
“It encourages me to get out more. And it's easy to keep clean.” Haarlep smiled, “Coat?” Their hands rubbed his shoulders helping him out of his outerwear.
“Do not crease it.” Raphael quipped, eyeing the younger man.
Haarlep tutted and gently placed the coat on a hanger resting on the coat hooks - Raphael was not his first high clientele guest in their home. “Make yourself comfortable.” They kissed his cheek as they moved past into the kitchen, opening a cupboard of copious types of alcohol. “Do you prefer vodka, rum or gin?”
“Whiskey.” Raphael kept himself clipped, it all felt so claustrophobic - though that might have been the fact the toilet was hardly five steps from the bed. The clink of ice had him almost intrigued though decided he may as well get … ‘comfortable’, he was a man of his word after all. The seat closest to the window, the sun was near setting cascading stunning oranges and pinks across the sky, soon a golden glow would consume the room, if Raphael calculated the trajectory correctly.
Sitting down the sofa was plush but firm from overuse, most noticeably the arm of it didn't yield much padding and it dipped oddly in places. The coffee table had one coaster, currently being occupied by a drained glass of wine, presumably white from the lack of colourful residue. The TV had lingering streaks from its last clean, but there was no dirt or dust, though not his preference it was clean enough to meet his minimum standards.
“Cherry Whiskey Sour.” Haarlep beamed, bringing a napkin coaster with them, placing the glittering drink before him.
“I don't recall whisky sours being quite so… shimmering.” He studied the drink, the smell familiar, a good brand at least, but slightly cloudy with silver and red shadows and golden flakes.
“A Haarlep specialty. All of my cocktails have a little bit of luster dust and just for you, some golden flecks, and of course a cherry on top.” A mischievous wink as they scooted off, though quickly returned with a lidless bottle of white wine that Raphael didn't recognise, though watched as they gave a heavy pour into the same discarded glass, quickly settling in beside him. “To an evening of us.” They cheers’d, holding the glass up, their feet perched under them, knees toward Raphael, one arm already flung over the back of the sofa.
Raphael took the drink from the table, almost surprised that it was actually glass, before toasting towards Haarlep, though neither glass touched - an interesting creature, did they know the proper way to toast, or was it more likely they’ve just shattered one too many glasses by being overzealous? A sip in time, an unfortunate realisation - they had made a wonderful beverage, it was warm, zesty and just the right amount of sweet. “Very well, you have me for an evening - what is it you wish to do?”
“I wish to have you on your back, folded over the balcony or even served over the kitchen counter in nothing but cream, regardless of where, I wish for you to be screaming my name in sweet ecstasy.” Haarlep grinned watching him intently - it was almost imperceptible, the slight stiffness before the laugh.
It was warm and lively, yet veiled a gnawing nervousness only hidden by the command of pride in his voice, “My, my, what a greedy little thing I seem to have as my host.” His eyes drew up and down the man beside him - Haarlep was not a threat, he knew he could throw him to the other side of the room with hardly any effort at all, but it was rare that someone made such a bold claim to his face. He had heard whisperings behind his back, he even had interested parties come up only to fumble and fail their words at the sight of his attention, wether because they found him intimidating or attractive, he didn’t mind. Haarlep seemed to be one of the few whose tongue seemed perfectly capable of a conversation, likely rehearsed - though he saw nothing wrong with someone perfecting their craft, perhaps he could even invest in Haarlep to secure future clients, or ruin competitors.
“And what is it you wish for, what evening did you expect when I offered entertainment?” Haarleps head tipped, the hand closest to the other man idly drifting in circles nearby.
Raphael took another drink with a friendly smile, “I merely accepted your invitation for some private drinks. Entertainment is usually for the host to provide, but if you’re seeking some suggestions I’d be happy to oblige, but I doubt you even own a chessboard.” Another drink, as he licked his lips watching Haarlep in turn.
Wine glass returned to the coaster as they stood, leaning over the coffee table to a box before revealing a travel set of ‘family classic games’, of which did include chess. Haarlep smugly pulled the plastic game set out discarding other pieces as they set up the magnetic board.
Raphael did not hide the near appalled look on his face - not because Haarlep had some kind of chessboard, how hilariously clever of them. No, it was the tattered look of the box, the stained and chipped pieces - some of the pawns being replaced by checkers. There were perfectly immaculate second-hand games of chess available, and certainly cheap enough to buy new, particularly ones that hadn’t been marred by children.
“Black or White?”
He wanted to refuse, but Haarlep sat low on the floor looking up at him… “Dealer's choice.” Another sip as he tipped his head, watching as Haarlep turned the board for him to go first, how quaint. “E2 to E4.” He would not touch a single piece on that board.
Haarlep chuckled lowly, part in exasperation, part in humour - what a little brat. They moved the piece, Kings Gambit if they recalled correctly, very well, Haarlep matched blocking the path. “F2 to F4” Haarlep smiled, this was going to be a tedious start to the night, at least checkers is fun. Thankfully the match hadn’t lasted long, but it was an interesting opening game nonetheless - how ruthless of Raphael sacrificing many pieces, but nevertheless was the victor.
“One more if you’d be so kind.” He cooed, his drink mostly gone. How entertaining, Haarlep did know how to play, and play rather well. Something nagged at the back of his mind, there was more to this creature than he initially thought.
“If we’re playing again, I’m getting another drink.” Haarlep huffed, sounding saddened that they lost, though they hardly cared, let their misery stroke his ego, let him think he’s the better player. Haarleps face turned almost shocked when Raphael held his glass towards them, a salty smile crossed their lips. “I hope you’re not a sore winner, lovely.” Haarlep took the empty vessel gently making sure to sway their hips just a little more, knowing he was watching them. They placed the empty bottle on the side, reaching for a fresh one from the fridge, and quickly prepped and poured another glass for their very special guest. Returning with the drinks, they noticed that the game had been reset, the white pieces now on their side of the board, Raphael's napkin coaster more crumpled than before. “Hmm… If you insist.” They smiled, setting his drink down and pouring themself another healthy measure.
This game, they noticed, Raphael was more invested, he leaned forward to engage, occasionally reaching for a piece before pointing at it for Haarlep to move them. Why not make it fun? Gambits and plots and faux-pas or whatever terminology they wanted to use in this ridiculous game was of very little interest, Haarlep much preferred watching the player. The apartment was cozy warm when they first arrived, now with alcohol they watched as Raphael had tried to subtly roll up his sleeves, unbuttoned his collar and slackened his tie all whilst Haarlep ‘pondered’ their next move.
As expected, Haarlep watched him more than the game, though not enough to distract from choosing the wrong piece - truly an interesting creature, if not slightly irksome. Unfortunately distracting Haarlep wasn't actually the intention of his state of undress, it was unusual Raphael didn't feel the temperature much but inside this room he felt … clammy. Likely due to the room's warm temperature, alcohol content and entertainment of someone actually able to play a decent game of chess with him. His glass returned to the soggy coaster, still mostly filled with ice.
Haarlep perked up at the gesture before offering another mischievous smile. “Another?” They took his glass before he had time to refuse, it seemed Raphael had a surprisingly good tolerance, this one they would make stronger.
Raphael took the moment to collect himself, tie neatly removed and placed on the table, waistcoat folded over the side of the sofa, his eyes drifting to the balcony. Another five minutes until golden hour, when the sky was the most glorious, like it was consumed by fire. He straightened his shirt as he stood, opening the balcony door as he stepped out surveying the surroundings. He wasn't much known for walking away from a chess game, though it seemed unfair that he was able to see the board and his opponent not, and Raphael was nothing if not fair.
Haarlep gently placed the man's drink on a fresh napkin before quietly walking up behind him, hands cradling his hips as they placed a kiss against the back of his neck pushing up against them.
Warm. Everything was warm, the outside removed the stuffiness and claustrophobic settings, but he was still warm. The kisses tickled slightly, though the hands and press were unsolicited they were not unwelcome as they pressed him against the tall balcony railings.
“We still have a game to finish…” Haarlep muttered against his shoulder between peppering kisses, hands gently caressing up Raphaels' back where their chest pressed against it.
Raphael turned his head slightly, watching the sun as it sank. “In a moment.”
They pouted slightly, moving their hands to his shoulders massaging them gently, their cheek against the back of his neck following his eye line - of course, how very Icarian.
The pair stayed still waiting in quiet bliss as the sky's hue changed into vibrant rays, though Haarlep wouldn't say out loud the bright light hurt their eyes more than they'd like to admit as they turned looking at their guest, jaw slackening at the sight. Raphaels' beautiful brown eyes turned into an enchanting gold in the sun's fading light, he truly looked “Divine.” Haarlep muttered, causing Raphael to turn to them curiously. They moved back as they slowly got into their knees before him. Hands never left as they fell from his shoulders, meeting at his lumbar, skimming over his hip - gently pulling at the belt - before lowering to his thigh, looking up as if he were a god before them. “Let me have you.”
How utterly quaint. It seemed for all of Haarleps bark, there was little bite, they knew their place beneath him. Raphael's hand dipped, taking their jaw, palm pulling their chin up. “We have a game to finish.” A calm, cool, arrogant smile as he stepped around them to go back inside, leaving his host on their knees outside like a dog.
Delightful. Haarlep grinned to themselves as they inhaled deeply to calm themselves, they could feel their erection growing at the thought of putting this brat in their place, having him scream over the banister, pleading, begging for more, demanding to become their toy. Oh for Raphael to break would be their masterpiece. A glance over the shoulder, he had returned to his seat, though far more confident than before, drink in hand, one arm over the back of the sofa and calf over knee, reclined - watching them as he took a drink.
Their hands met the floor as they crawled back inside. Eyes locked, the sun was still shining on Raphaels' face, enchanted golden orbs staring down at them. “Such a tease.” Raphael cooed. Haarlep pressed a kiss at his knee as they looked up, slowly mouthing and kissing up his leg, pressing themselves against him, only when they reached the mid inner thigh did Raphaels' hand clamp down on the back of their hand, pulling them off with a sharp cry. “Another time if you're so lucky.” His smile never wavered.
Haarlep held their hands up in surrender. “Then I look forward to it, most eagerly.”
His hand left their hair as they made their way crawling back to their seat on the floor, reassessing the board before making their move. The room returned to Raphaels’ commanding voice, now brimming with power-filled pride, filling the silence. Vanity and ego stroked. Should Haarlep actually remain interesting after this evening then he might truly invest in them.
The game went quickly, as did Raphaels' drinks. “Checkmate.” Haarlep cooed with a sultry smile, it was met with a warm chuckle.
His opponent played well it seemed, how entertaining indeed. “One more.” Raphael purred as he closed his eyes, holding his face in his hand as it was solely his elbow that kept him upright, anchoring him to the back of the sofa, as he sipped an empty glass of melting ice.
“Who am I to deny indulgence?” A catering smile as they offered their hand to take his drink. “Another drink for another game?”
Raphael groaned, the cool air was refreshing but much more visceral than it had any right to be. “I mustn’t.”
Haarlep leaned over the table taking his hand in theirs and the glass in their other, giving him a quick kiss on the back of his palm, kissing around and up to the end of Raphael's finger, a quick lick over the tips before promptly kissing his palm once more and moving away. “I’m having such fun, I simply insist.”
“A final drink then.” Raphael commented louder than he would normally, his wrist swaying without the drink anchoring it still.
Haarlep watched him from the kitchenette, quite the tolerance indeed. Their face pulled into a straight line, he wasn’t completely drunk - his drinks were no half measures, and not even the melting ice had a chance to dilute them - but the drugs should have had their effect in full swing by now and yet here he was sitting on the sofa as if he were nought but… tipsy. The glass went into the sink, a job for later. Haarlep seized two tall stemmed glasses and placed them on the side before pulling out a bottle of prosecco from the fridge, carefully filling them as they mixed in the luster dust concoction to the fuller glass, and a pink luster dust into their own. Taking the drinks they walked back they held Raphael's new drink over to him. “A ‘final’ drink.” They commented with a smile, watching as Raphael blearily looked at them. “To a wonderful evening.” They toasted once more.
Raphael took the glass, toasting quickly as he sipped at it - rather bland after the few Cherry Whiskey Sours Haarlep had created, though of course if it was getting late, and they had had a bottle and a half of wine to themselves the likeliness that they couldn’t coordinate was high, a charitable offer then.
Haarlep took their place on the floor, Raphael's eyes focussing on them once more as they took a sip, and if they were to confess, this was their first taste of alcohol they had had all night, so easy to hide the label, easy to pretend, and doesn’t run the risk of them getting drunk at all. “Black or white?” They offered, taking another sip as they licked their lips - not the finest pick they had chosen - as they reset the board
“You won, you choose.” Raphael smiled, the drink steady in his hand, eyes following the flex of Haarleps fingers, as they moved the pieces back into place, leading to their collar bone hiding under a thin mesh shirt and fishnet top, the center of their chest, hairless, though that only made their piercings on either nipple stand out more in contrast, the top of their abdomen displaying well defined muscles, the rest of which were blocked by the coffee table - though he got a chance to stare as they leaned forward to grab pieces from his side. His memory served him well, perhaps too well, the remains of the six pack lead elegantly down alongside the Apollo belt to the mystery beneath his host's trouser choice, ripped black denim and baggy, revealing hairless legs - how very pristine.
Haarlep said nothing as they set Raphael up as the white once more, taking a sip from their glass, leaning back and waiting. They had watched each other for a moment before Raphael moved his first piece. Haarlep could hardly believe it - all night he had instructed them to move the pieces, and now… how interesting. The game dawdled on, the prosecco vanished once, twice from Raphael’s glass to the point Haarlep noticed Raphael rounding his shoulders.
They stood with a smile as he stared at the board, neither had any pawns, knights or bishops - Haarlep was guarding their king with a vicious queen, whilst Raphael still had a rook, well guarding his king. Wordlessly they stretched their back, rolling their shoulders, keeping Raphael in the corner of their eye - well focussed on the game, it seemed it took all of his attention. They collected all of the glasses, tidying the area as they watched from the sink, Raphael still pondering his move - it was a stalemate, not by any design, just naturally occurring.
Haarlep placed a camera with a smooth practiced motion, framing half of their apartment in one shot, pressing record.
They walked around, but instead of taking their usual place on the floor, they climbed over the bottom of the bed, where it met the sofa. Their hands began to roam over Raphaels' shoulders, sweet kisses peppering his neck as he relaxed into them. “It's late, my love. Come to bed.” Haarlep hushed, slowly moving their hands down, one by one unfastening his shirt, marvelling at the muscle beneath.
Raphael moaned low at the touch, head lolling back into Haarleps collar, exposing his throat - which was soon also covered by their lips.
Deft hands undid the belt, and the prize beneath, surprisingly unhardened. “Nubaldin will come and collect me.” Raphael slurred as he moved to sit up.
“It's far too late in the night for that, my sweet. Stay. Come to bed, rest yourself here for the night. Haarlep will take care of you, my king.” Biting the top of his ear, a hand gently wrapped around his throat guiding him up where Haarlep finally closed their mouth to his, tongue pressed lightly against his lips which parted with ease, now eager to explore, Haarleps other hand rolled over and over the sweet spot betwixt Raphaels' legs, his member growing firmer and firmer. Groans filled Haarleps mouth as gentle circular motions caused Raphael to roll into Haarleps hand.
Raphael pulled away, breaking free from their grasp, Haarlep frozen momentarily - had the dosage not been strong enough? Was he about to attack them-? Lips crashed once more, Raphael now leaning over the back of the sofa to reach for Haarlep as he knelt facing them, the grooves making sense in his addled brain.
Tongues hardly battled, Raphael was putty in their hands. His bark nothing more than wanton moans. Haarlep didn't stop the smile as they felt him tilt towards them, relaxing backwards he simply followed as he lay on top of them. “Off with your clothes.” Haarlep muttered against his lips. An adorable groan of protest came from the larger man. Their knee found the space between his legs, swiftly flipping him onto his back. “Sweet fox, it wasn't a request.” A sharp grin ripped over Haarleps face, as they practically ripped Raphaels' clothes from him as he sprawled over the bed.
They took a moment to admire the scene before them. Raphael, a succulent brat of a man, now lay naked and vulnerable on their bed. Haarleps erection grew as they began to discard some of their own clothes. “Use that pretty voice and sing for me, my sweet canary.” Their mouth picking up where Raphael had ripped them off, his mid inner thigh, one long slow and gentle tongue stroke to his exposed member, another lick and a kiss on his balls as they took one carefully into their mouth, tongue swirling and sucking before nuzzling in-between to that sweet spot.
Lewd noises burned from Raphaels' throat, the warmth still lingered but the bliss that Haarleps mouth alone offered caused incomprehensible vocalisations, limbs were heavy and difficult to move now that he found the comfort of the bed. Looking down to Haarleps bobbing head he watched his own erection grow large, near painfully so. Another expert flick of their tongue caused Raphael to seize the sheets, his grip alone threatening to tear them. One slow slender finger pushed inside, he hadn't noticed them lube up as they teased the edge carefully.
Whorish groans bounced around the room as one hand played with the man's hole and the other kept his legs apart. Raphael dragged his arm down reaching for himself but quickly felt Haarlep remove their finger as they grabbed him. “No, no, darling. This isn't about you.” Pushing themselves against the man, they pulled his muscular limbs to the top of the bed, where hidden cuffs emerged from the corners. Haarlep quickly locked his wrists in, and just to be safe, bound his ankles to a tucked away spreader bar as well. “Can you say ‘red’, my sweet treat?” Haarlep hummed, admiring their handiwork - it was always a delight to see such exposed skin.
“Red.” Raphael repeated weakly.
“That's the word you use when it's too much for you to take, but you can take a lot, won't you?” Haarleps' sharp grin returned as they eyed their prize, though quickly frowned at the lack of response - he dare be quiet now? A cruel backhand made a mesmerising sound. The slap. The shock. The look of submission. “Say ‘thank you Haarlep'.”
The sting on his cheek was intoxicating as he pulled his head back to look at them, bound he may be, but far, far from broken. “Make me. Harlot.”
Their favourite words. They were going to enjoy this.
Shallow nails gripped into Raphaels' balls as Haarlep gave them a wicked wrench - the cry ripped from his throat was glorious - heavy palms pressed, twisted and squeezed mercilessly, the spreader bar keeping him from closing his legs.
Haarlep took their own cock, tenderly rubbing up and down, watching with great amusement at Raphaels' leaking erection. Their hand slipped down once more toying at his entrance. “Say it.”
It was nauseating, agonising, humiliating. It was sweet, intoxicatingly perfect bliss. “Thank you… Haarlep.” Admittedly through gritted teeth, even as he tried to sink into their finger.
An eager one, Haarlep tutted in glee, allowing him to do the honours, hardly letting him take in more than the tip of their finger. Fascinated as their first knuckle disappeared by such a greedy hole. “Touch me.” This brat truly did not understand his place, acting high and powerful - no doubt from such a privileged life, almost ironic he could have made twice as much selling his whimpers and whines online - Haarlep retracted their hands as they reached back over the sofa, their torso momentarily out of view, the cruel smile sharpening at Raphaels' self hushed whimper.
Turning back around, Raphaels' belt now in hand - genuine leather with an engraved devil head on the buckle - a sharp snap of the belt against his inner thigh wretched a delightfully stressed sound from their guests’ throat, the rattling of the cuffs, the body trying to curl in on itself, yet none of the restraints gave way - Raphaels' middle pushed into the bed as a welt rose on his thigh, in such a gorgeous red. Another sickening slap to his other thigh elicited the same cry, thighs matching.
Haarlep laughed sitting back on the balls of their feet, eyes wide at their prize. Skin flushing red and tears streaming down a pretty and preened face, twitching cock leaking - what beautiful perfection, such a perfect little toy to ruin. The belt slapped against tanned skin again and again - thighs, arms, stomach all becoming glorious shades of red and crimson, the metal from the belt had caught the skin, leaving small gashes, all the while Raphaels' wailing filled the room.
“Quite the formidable creature aren't you, pet?” Haarlep purred, as they laid on top of Raphaels' chest, careful to avoid the older man's throbbing cock. Their hand trailed up his neck gently pinching his chin. “If you're a good boy and soak my fingers, I'll play with that desperate to be filled hole of yours - that's what you want isn't it? To be filled? To be used?” Their kisses were gentle on his cheek, fingers creeping closer to his lips, satisfied when his mouth parted, and a tongue peaked out, not so much in shyness or lack of experience, more likely his damn pride.
Haarlep shifted, sitting on Raphaels' abdomen as they reached into a drawer under the bed, a small container of pills, he was docile yes, but not entirely compliant - a moments hesitation at they thought, he had taken nearly five, perhaps six times the dosage, hardly diluted by the alcohol and yet remained animated enough that he still posed a threat. Raphael's quivering tongue brushed the momentarily forgotten fingers, pulled them back into the room. Right, there was still a job to do at the end of all this fun. A shame, Raphael would have made such an exquisite bed pet. Haarlep unscrewed the lid, only a couple left anyways.
Righting themselves with a devious smirk, hips sliding down, resting teasingly above the hips, feet hooked over sore thighs to ensure none of Raphael's attempts of friction would be met. “I didn't hear you, love - did you not want to be filled? Is that not your desire? Won't you tell me what it is you seek?” A twisted pout as they slid their fingers slowly over his tongue, pushing down to open his mouth further. Their own ego swelling as he complied. “Aren't you simply stunning like this? Such a pretty pathetic thing you are.” A short chuckle as they played with his tongue, riding the rock of his thighs - desperate for something, anything, to touch his aching appendage. Haarlep imagined it was rather unpleasant. “Let's make a deal.” Hazy eyes watched theirs. “I’ll fuck you to an inch of coming undone, and if you can make me come, I'll bounce on that perfect prick of yours until you forget how to breathe, I promise of a climax worth dying for. How's that sound, pet?”
The words merged, the world spun, all he could feel was the pressure of Haarleps weight on his stomach, though he couldn't rise enough to find something to grind against - how infuriating. But the promise of friction? Of blessed sweet release, he already felt like he was ready to burst. Haarleps fingers still rolled his tongue, so he offered the next best thing - a nod, as droopy and heavy as it was.
How perfect, “Good boy.” Haarlep cooed, pulling their soaked fingers from his maw. “I just need you to swallow these and I promise to play with you for as long as you can keep up.”
Raphael opened his jaw wider - what did it matter, what could it be Viagra? Keep him up longer, whatever, he wanted what he was owed and this creature will pleasure him.
The pills disappeared, such an eager thing. “Very good boy.” They purred kissing from his jaw, discarding the empty bottle to the floor as their nails scraped down his skin, matching the pace of their mouth, detouring briefly to suck and bite his nipple, their deft fingers pinching and twisting the other - such beautiful cries filling the room.
Back arched purposefully to avoid his dribbling appendage as they shuffled lower and lower, soothing and scratching at the welts over his waist, following the outer curves of his abs, leading to the groin, where Haarleps face nestled against skin, hand coming to rest on his hip, their slick fingers once again teasing as they pushed inside slowly.
Raphael groaned. Finally! His hips rolled but were quickly shoved down into the mattress, finger sharply leaving his hole. A frustrated bark as his head retreated into the pillows, arms and legs tensing.
It was a truly stunning sight to see that beneath what seemed to be a normal man, was a physique of raw strength, the lines that hid under skin, rippling in anticipation - a sight, Haarlep would bet their own life on, few ever had the privilege of seeing. “Please.” Their eyes darted up, Raphaels' reddening face, knuckles white, muscles tense. Such a beautiful voice. Haarlep’s grin nearly split their face, as they sat up, causing their guest to whine at the lack of contact. “Haarlep.”
“Patience, love.” They murmured back reaching into their pocket pulling out their phone, gentle taps on the screen as Raphael twisted, carefully they placed their phone on the bed, beside his head. “Say it again, my sweet. Say my name.”
“Haarlep.” A breath of a voice failing to command, face so screwed up in frustration Raphael never even noticed the phone.
“Again.” One hand rested at the crook of his hip, the other poised, they could feel the heat from him, their breath warming his nethers.
“Haarlep please.” An evil creature, yet an entertaining game. Would they let him reach release? Were their words just empty promises with real threats? “I need you.” Haarleps mouth engulfed him fully, finger striking inside, stroking oh so tenderly, sucking oh so sweetly. His fear of not lasting longer was correct, a primal noise that startled even himself as he spilled entirely into Haarleps maw, deliciously lewd noises as it was drunk down, and yet Haarlep didn't stop, didn't spill.
A satisfied pop as Haarlep suckled the tip of his cock, eyes finally meeting again. “How was that, my precious thing?”
Divine. “Again… please.” If begging is what would grant him release, then he would beg. “Please do not stop.”
Haarleps eyes widened with their smile, a thrilled laugh filled the room - most were riddled by over sensitivity begging for the opposite. They curled their finger, pulling another moan from the man, before slowly inserting a second finger, slowly but surely opening him up. And the noises were a dream - such a powerful and pathetic creature all rolled into one, tears, panting and begging. A third finger as they worked him, his cock standing at attention once more, quite the quick recovery, their free hand began to pump it up and down.
They'd noticed the heaviness in his limbs, it had taken bloody long enough. Their hand remained inside of him as they leaned back unfastening the spreader from the bottom of the bed, only when Raphaels' wanton moans begin to stifle did they gently pull out, manoeuvring them both to have him arms crossed laying on his front, legs able to finally close, but dutifully remained open as Haarlep adjusted their heights. “You can hold this position like a good boy, can't you?”
He didn't even have the strength for words, vision blurred, the room was a wash of colours, even his own limbs blended with the bedsheets - the only thing grounding him was Haarleps grinding, their teasing cock tantalisingly close to filling him.
Grabbing the leather belt. Haarlep swung it idly, even dragging it over Raphaels' untouched back - though that quickly changed, a cacophony of cries and the snap of leather against skin turning unmarred tanned flesh into ribbons of red welts. It was soon discarded as their hands clamped into his shoulders rubbing heavily before their nails bit into his skin, streaking down the length of his spine before snatching his hips and shoved themselves in, the noises from beneath were euphoric.
The once forgotten bottle of lube rolled against Haarleps knee as it sunk into the mattress, though now serving it purpose as they opened the bottle hovering above his taint squeezing as they pulled out slowly. The choked groans, the twitching forgotten cock, the tight balls and perfect fuck hole, it was an image locked in their mind forever. The bottle was discarded once more as Haarlep mercilessly fucked Raphael down into the bed. Screams and cries as Haarlep spread his cheeks, chasing their own high - their hand reaching for his hair, pulling his face from the pillows where drool began to spill, the noises incomprehensible yet lustful.
Haarlep pistoned into the slick hole, fuelled by the filth of Raphael's wordless pleads, yet his back remained arched, legs quivering but open, knuckles white. A sudden tension as something tried to grip, a strangled cry and shudder - did he just come again? So soon? The drugs must have finally caught up, this little brat of theirs was in for a long, long night.
Skin slapped on skin, as their nails bit into his hips, sweat slowly running down Haarleps brow. “Red.” It was a meek noise, but timed perfectly well in-between their thrusts. Haarlep stopped, but didn't pull out, instead they kept themselves nestled deep between his cheeks as they leaned forward, feeling Raphaels' warm and flushed skin through their mesh top, feather light kisses on the back of his neck as they pushed deeper, pulling a whimper from the man beneath them.
Gently they bit onto his earlobe with a tenderness so juxtaposed to moments ago. Whispered moans rumbled from their throat like a purr, hands wandered back up massaging small circles up to Raphaels' shoulder. “You were doing so wonderfully, pet.” He shuddered beneath their sultry breath. “Don't you think you could take just a little bit more?”
Raphael's chest thrummed, the pressure in his ear was near blinding, gently he shook his head, defeated. Every touch was like lighting, burning his nerves and flesh, even Haarlep simply laying on top of him was far too much, let alone the wondrously fullness of his backside - he didn't want to stop. But anymore would truly cause him to break so far apart he wasn't sure he'd be able to recover.
“Darling we had a deal.” Haarlep pouted, hands massaging the back of his neck.
Stop.
“And I’d argue I've done more than my fair share and you haven't made me come once. How selfish.”
Please.
“I heard you dealt fairly. That you were a man of his word - I’d so hate to ruin your reputation.”
Stop!
“So I'm going to keep fucking you until your perfect ass is leaking and begging for me to kept it filled.” Heavy hands pressed hard against the back of Raphael's neck, face into the pillows as Haarlep pushed themselves up, hooking their hand over his hip once more, the familiar sensation of his asshole squeezing, as the damp spot on the bed grew larger.
Ruin me.
Haarlep pelted with fresher vigour with Raphaels' choked cries serenading their drive - three times now, the most they had gotten from a victim was five, but wasn't half as entertaining. “Don't worry, love.” Haarlep growled with an intense smile. “I'm close.” Another tightness that helped push Haarlep over their edge as their bucking became erratic. “Fuck.”
Warmth spilled into him, as if he weren't hot and bothered enough already - hole stretched sore, flesh tingling, the raised welts burning. Raphael found himself feeling… melancholy at the thought it was over, but perhaps he'd finally be able to cool down.
Haarlep pulled themselves out, rather carelessly, enjoying the whimper from below, their hand that held Raphaels' face into the pillows retracted down his spine. They panted slightly taking in the sight again, as if it all were a dream and they were suddenly about to wake up. “You still awake over there?” Haarlep smiled watching Raphaels' ribs rise and fall slowly.
“Yes.” Their smile fell - how? How? How was this man still awake? Shifting off of the bed they stripped themselves down fully, supposed they were being held to their end of the bargain after all, glancing back Raphael had dropped to lay flat on the bed, boner be damned.
They bent over by the bed, bare backside presenting to the camera, a gemmed buttplug nestled inside them, as they grabbed another from their open drawer, not quite as dazzling but hopefully somewhat effective.
They spread his cheeks like a caress, the tapered tip met no resistance as they teased the plug at the entrance - though of course it was rather accepting as it sucked it comfortably snug between the man's cheeks. A delighted hum as they reached over and twisted the spreader bar so Raphael was facing the ceiling once more. A dark patch on the bed from his many spillages, no doubt another one before the end of the night. Raphael's cock still stood proud and prominent - it would have been a lie to say they weren't curious to have such a sought after prize for themselves.
“You've been such a good boy all evening. I think you deserve a treat.” They watched as his head lolled towards them. “You should be pleased, it's extraordinarily rare I allow myself to be the receiver, but you just look so damn delectable.” Their face hovered over Raphaels' shaft, their pierced tongue running along the exposed underside, the shudder and vocalisation vibrated the room.
Slowly they removed their plug, discarding it somewhere safe for later as they aligned themselves, Raphaels' slick tip meeting a ready entrance as they slowly sunk down, taking him inch by inch.
“Red, red red red.” Raphael whimpered, limbs too heavy to move. “Please no more.” The plug may not have been as large as Haarlep, but he still felt overly full from it.
Haarlep locked onto his face, tears streaked down his reddened cheeks, eyes puffy and wet. They leaned forward, estimating they had taken only half of him as they kissed along his jaw. “But now's the best part.” Haarlep murmured into his skin. “Now I can be your little fuck-toy, don't worry. You won't have to do much… just breathe.” They shoved themselves back taking in all of him as they nestled themselves deep, a heavy shudder and a frustrated cry as Haarlep felt a warmth flush his insides. Four times. “You're perfect.” They cooed, adjusting themselves before they gently rocked, Raphael was bigger than the plug and not by a small amount, no wonder the brat had an ego.
Once accustomed to the size they slowly rose and sank, bobbing gently, each bounce pulling a note from Raphaels' precious throat - poor dear was so thoroughly spent. They shifted pace on occasion, adoring the different whimpers, feeling the body beneath them shake.
“Haarlep… please.” He choked out gripping his restraints.
No. No they wouldn't - couldn't stop. “Fuck me then, if you make me come again, I'll be your perfect little toy. And you can do whatever you want to me.” Usually an impossible challenge - but Raphael seemed to pull surprises all night.
“I can't… no more…”
“No?” Haarlep pouted, hands they were once using Raphaels' stomach to balance themself returned to the man's throat, both of them wrapping around his neck. “I promised you a climax worth dying for… so just indulge for a little longer.” Their hands tightened as they viciously sprang to life, with practiced efficiency, strangled sound burned in Raphaels' throat as Haarlep chuckled to themselves.
His body thrumming beneath Haarlep. He needed them to get off - he couldn't breathe. He couldn't speak. His hips buckled violently, it was the only thing he could move as he tried to throw the damn creature off.
Haarlep wasn't a fighter, but certainly a cruel lover. The harder they choked him, the better he bucked. Their own cock had hardened as it slapped against their stomachs, even better now that Raphael was doing some of the work unintentional or not. Cuffs rattled as Haarlep watched as it pulled against his skin as he struggled - though with his dosage they were still surprised he could move at all, such a remarkable toy.
Heat swelled in their stomach as they crashed down onto Raphaels' frantic hips “That's it darling, keep going-” nails like talons pierced into Raphaels' neck. “Fuck me. Your life depends on it.” Haarlep snarled with a smile.
Fuck.
Fuck!
FUCK!
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
Another burst of heat exploded into Haarlep as they shuddered, their own seed spilling onto Raphaels’ stomach, grip faltering as they collapsed forward, the race of his heart in chorus with their own.
Deep. Heavy. And painful breaths as Raphael drank in the air, vision clearing with each inhale. His head lolled back into the pillows as everything went dark.
Morning came far too quickly for Haarleps liking, yet their routine of waking up at an ungodly hour prevailed. It was warm, yet there was a chilling breeze on their back. Their eyes snapped open as they realised - they had fallen asleep on Raphael. Slowly they peeled themselves off, though looking up they noticed a small bit of blood from Raphaels' mouth.
“How disappointing… With the tolerance you had last night I was hoping to at least get a couple more hours out of you.” Haarlep pouted, unsticking themselves as they looked at the bed. Semen and sweat stains riddled the covers, spilled lube from moments lost in a haze. Though nothing could be cleaned until the body was dealt with, another chilling breeze. Shit. The balcony door had been open all night - though if anyone had managed to scale a building this high up Haarlep would let them take whatever they wanted - a well earned feat such as that deserved a reward.
They decided on a shower first and foremost.
The water was cold - of course it was. This building hardly functioned as a building let alone anything actually habitable - amazing what a lick of paint and some decorations did. But it kept the rent down, which meant their money could stretch a little further. A quick scrub and rinse off, gods they’d kill for a bathtub. Perhaps after their pay packet for this brat comes in they could finally move somewhere nicer, or at least somewhere with more than four walls to call their home - a place where you didn't smell last night's burnt dinner linger on the bedsheets.
Clean and sudfree Haarlep stepped out the shower, closing the door to make sure the overly sensitive smoke detector didn't go off while they were out, again - such a pain to have neighbours, towelling themselves off before pulling on last night's trousers - the laundry room downstairs was a ballache to get things cleaned and dried, so the less washing they had to do the better, even if that meant getting used to wearing nothing beneath their jeans.
A clean graphic shirt, modified to be a crop top of their own creation, it was an old tatty thing that at least matched their jeans as they pulled on their boots. They closed the balcony door shut and locked it before grabbing their phone, keys and wallet. Leaving for the day, coffee, then the hardware store.
Their morning itself was uneventful, flirting with cashiers getting discounts and a free coffee certainly helped brighten their spirits for the chore of their afternoon. Heavy duty, leak proof bags from the gardening centre and a new plant, a Venus fly trap, unfortunately no one paid for them for that but still a nice treat, and another coffee on their way back from a small local shop.
The lock clicked open as they sighed with a stiff neck - they should have picked up a wine or something to celebrate, the only alcohol they had left was all drugged.
Coffee and plant landed carefully on the kitchen counter before an unnerving sensation crept through their body.
Turning their head they looked over to the bed.
Barren.
Empty.
Missing.
“Shit shit shit shit!” Haarlep hissed, nearly diving over the counter.
He was dead. He bled from his mouth! He wasn’t br- … they didn't check if he was breathing or not. They didn't check his pulse.
“FU-! -ck?” The word died in their throat, clothes and restraints littered the floor.
“My, my.” They felt their soul leaving their body as the voice came from behind them like a ghost as they turned slowly. And there he stood, dressed in Haarleps short gown by the coffee machine, a mug of something hot in one hand, like he was the devil himself, Raphael - alive. “And here I was wondering where such a gracious host had vanished off to. With such barren cupboards one might naturally presume they were left unattended for the host to ‘get breakfast’...” His eyes glanced at their morning purchases, neither of which were breakfast options. “Not an unreasonable thought.”
Haarlep swallowed, watching carefully, did he know? That they tried to kill him off? They could book it - try and escape, the door wasn't locked, but they didn't know how fast he was either. A scoff of a laugh as they eased themself to lean against the counter, eyes scanning the half dressed man before them. “I had thought that when I left, but I then remembered you talked about fasting. And if I'm not mistaken, that's a black americano in your hand.”
Raphael smiled, he kept Haarlep in his eye line. “I do believe, my dear, I had mentioned my increased appetite post indulgence - and I can most definitely recall such a charming creature as yourself offering something substantial, and I quote ‘something you can sink your teeth into’.” Slowly Raphael sipped at his drink. “On the coffee table you’ll find a letter addressed to yourself. I highly recommend you take a moment to read it.”
Haarlep frowned slightly as they looked over their shoulder, there beside the forgotten pieces of chess was indeed a letter. Slowly they moved from the counter, picking it up - and apart from raising the cup to his face, Raphael didn't move.
The paper itself smelt faintly of cherries and pepper, their name in elegant scrawl atop the folded parchment. Opening the letter, Haarlep paled.
‘Evidence of drugging, drink tampering and forced explicit activities during moments of duress and revoked consent, documentation had been duplicated for archival purposes.’
Haarlep stilled as they read the letter. Pausing as the words sunk in. This wasn't fair. Raphael shouldn't be alive, how was he alive?
‘Try again.’
Haarlep clenched the paper reading the final line once more, even pulling it closer to their face before snapping their head in Raphaels' direction.
He still hadn't moved from his spot, continuing to sip his coffee before placing the cup on the side. “Oh dear.” He sighed folding his arms, the gown was too small for him, but he refused to wear dirty clothes. “Am I your first victim to not fall for such stimulating necrotic narcotics?” A soft chuckle. “I'll admit, you've impressed me. No small feat I might add.”
Haarlep stayed on the other side of the room, as if moving would set them on fire from his stare alone. “The pills you swallowed were stimulants nothing more, I just didn't want our fun to end so soon.” They smiled playfully, forcing their body to relax. This was their home, they would not feel unsafe in it.
“For ten hours?” Raphael kept his tone calm, now taking a step forward, watching as Haarlep eyed the door. “Stimulants of what I wonder?” He exited the kitchen, now standing between Haarlep and the only safe exit.
Click.
“No need to lock us both in. Unless you're expecting company? I don't mind watchers.” The window was an option, but whether they were going to scale down safely or for Raphael to throw them out the window seemed to be the question.
He stood, hands behind his back as he looked Haarlep up and down, their confidence nothing more than a facade - one he often saw when assassins and hitmen had tried to kill him in the past - no thanks to his father, the useless bastard undoubtedly knocked some witless and desperate whore up and was left to deal with the consequences, abandoning him with his ‘dear old dad’ who had tried poisoning him from a young age, alongside the beatings to ‘toughen him up’. And yet this was his next attempt? A pretty whore who overdosed their guests and chopped them up to feed to pigs. How uncreative. “I'm going to offer you an opportunity, Haarlep. And I strongly advise you to listen and consider my offer.” One hand came from behind his back, palm facing the floor as he lowered it.
Tentatively, Haarlep did obey, slowly sitting on the sofa. If this was an opportunity to live another day, a chance to get away from him, fine. They'll disappear like smoke in the wind.
“Never before have I experienced an evening of utter abasement.” He stepped forward again, a slight sneer as he approached, eyes locked onto Haarleps. “A scene in which I find myself utterly surrendering to another's command, for the sole benefit of erotic humiliation.” Raphael loomed over the sitting area.
Haarlep remained perfectly still, was he about to make a point? Did he have a knife in his hand that they didn't notice before? Would he hit them? Kill them?
The hand that commanded Haarlep to sit gently took hold of their jaw as he bent forward, ensuring they couldn't move back. “I grant you one opportunity. This evening we will engage once more, and should you bring me to the very same highs then I will make you a generous offer. However, should you fail, then I will send my copy of last night's misadventures over to the authorities and make you wish you had never crossed paths with me. And should you refuse…” Raphael's hand began to squeeze Haarleps jaw, an effort that caused them to latch onto his wrist with a groan. “We’ll find out just how much you can take.”
Haarlep stifled a whimper, which didn't make him loosen his grip - Raphael wanted an answer. Their throat offered a noise of agreement but his grip didn't falter. “Should you try to run away, hide or shirk from my trust, I will hunt you down like a dog, parade your beaten, bloodied and broken corpse around as a reminder that those who do not deal fairly with me will become nothing more than a pulp of sorrow begging to finally meet their merciful end. Have I made myself clear?”
Haarlep stared back with wide eyes, intimidated by the fire in Raphaels' - a spark they had seen only once… in his father, the one who hired them to ‘take care of his ambitious spawn', at this point neither seemed like the safer option, and yet Haarlep found themselves growing hard under Raphaels' grip, the intensity, the focus, the truth of it - not some cold calculation, or dismissive degradation, but a fire as bright as the Hells.
They struggled to nod, but at least Raphael was satisfied - impeccable timing as there was a knock at the door. “Master Raphael?” He released their jaw as they instantly went to soothe it with their hands.
“Enter.” Had he not have just had their face ready to be crushed in his hands, Haarlep would have sniped about who Raphael let into their home.
The click of the door as it was unlocked, Haarlep scowled towards it - only one person had the key to their apartment and that was them. A short man, well dressed with a small suitcase walked with purpose through the door tucking something into their pocket. Pushing the chess pieces to one side he placed the luggage onto the coffee table, unfastening it swiftly. “Fresh garments, sir.”
Raphael wasn't shy as he disrobed pulling on clean pants, fresh sweater, trousers and socks.
Nubadlin, the short man, scowled over at Haarlep who watched Raphael change like an intrigued cat. “Korilla is in the car as requested sir.” That seemed to get the attention of the wrong person as Haarleps head swivelled.
Who was Korilla? Was he leaving? Who was this guy? “So-”
“Eight pm.” An order, not a request. “Dinner reservations will be arranged, you will be ready and collected - wear something nice.” On queue Nubadlin reached into the suitcase pulling out a bag, placing that onto the coffee table before moving around the two, collecting Raphaels' discarded clothing, packing them away.
Haarlep remained firmly in their seat, eyes glancing over the bag before looking back up at their, meant to be dead, guest. “Italian or Brazilian?” They flashed a coy smile.
“Michelin.” Raphaels' eyes raked over Haarlep, his poking tongue slightly as he wet his lips at the sight of their bulge. “Do not disappoint.” Turning on his heel, he slipped back into his shoes as Nubaldin zipped the carrier and opened the door. “Ta-ta, for now.”
They waited a thunderous heartbeat, then another before diving off the sofa to lock the door, peeping through the spy hole as they watched the two leave, primarily Raphael - the trousers hugged his legs and ass like a second skin. They didn't even realise their hand freed their cock pumping up and down furiously until the duo were out of view, only then did Haarleps back hit the door eyes closed - visions of the night before, on the balcony, on the sofa, on the bed, more, they wanted more.
A growl ripped from their throat as images of Raphael's golden eyes looked up as if he were the one pleading. Hot seed spilled over their hand, as they milked themselves for everything they had, heavy pants in their own ears - another chance to make him beg? A vicious smile swept across their face. But first they would need supplies.