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Danhausen burst into the locker room with his newly signed contract in hand. He had already managed to crumple it but it was his and he couldn’t have looked prouder. The place was empty aside from you, as most of the wrestlers were still watching the show play out.
He scurried over, waving it in your face.
“SEE. YES. DANHAUSEN IS NOW IN RING OF HONOR. HE IS A 100% LEGITIMATE AND TOTALLY LEGAL WINNER.”
He was practically panting as he beamed ear to ear. You could have counted every one of his teeth with a smile like that.
“Congratulations!”
You threw your arms around him in a tight hug. He gave a small yelp and he collapsed onto the bench. You helped ease him down; his skin was beaded with sweat and red welts had started to flush across his chest and back.
“You must go easy on Danhausen.” He winced, “He is… somewhat tender.”
You stroked his hair back, attempting to tame it all in one direction. It was matted with sweat and facepaint, there might have been a baby tooth stuck somewhere in it.
He leaned into your touch, hesitantly at first before humming contentedly.
“This is pleasing.”
He melted as you held him. From your experience so far, he had never seemed entirely comfortable being touched at first. But would lower his defences after a few moments, perhaps ‘demons’ were prone to trust issues.
“Poor thing…” You cooed, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger.
“Yes indeed,” He let out a beleaguered sigh, “the things Danhausen must put himself through for human monies…”
“Where does it hurt? Want me to kiss it better?
He froze for a moment, his eyes widening. He looked behind himself as if to check you weren’t asking someone behind him. You couldn’t help but laugh.
He mumbled and looked away shyly, “Here.”
He pointed to where he’d smeared the make up on the mic before tucking his hands away quickly. You placed a slow and gentle kiss on his brow. You could hear him hold his breath as you drew closer.
“Danhausen might be hurting on this spot also.” He pointed to his cheek.
You cradled his head and pulled him into another slow kiss. He shivered. You pressed a few more against his skin, he was smiling now soaking in all the little pecks across his nose, cheeks and jaw.
You lingered at his lips as you cradled him. He smoothed his hand over the back of your neck and pulled you closer. You felt him flash his teeth against your open mouth. He sat up, never relenting from the kisses. His clawing fingers were tracing all over your body, hesitating around delicate areas but returning to them over and over nonetheless. Soon you were climbing into his lap, sinking your weight onto him.
He broke the kiss, his thighs tensed and his knees bounced anxiously.
“Danhausen commands you to stop.” He was breathless, his sweat bleeding through his facepaint and his hair askew in three different directions.
“Did I do something wrong? Are we taking things too fast?”
“No, no you are very, very nice. This is a Danhausen problem.”
“Are you okay?”
His face twinged, “Danhausen is… excited. He needs to calm down-hausen. If he is seen this way, he will be taken off the air for obscenities.”
Oh. You definitely felt his excitement through his wrestling tights, you could feel his pulse, too. He was fidgeting under you now. It was quite the compliment, you thought.
He took your shoulders and looked you in the eye, “Danhausen must take a very evil, very cold shower immediately.”
“We could always take this somewhere private…?”
Danhausen’s cheek muscles seemed to play tug of war as his expression fought between delight, fear and confusion. Surely most of the wrestlers were occupying themselves elsewhere, though it was risky.
You patted his hand, “It’s okay, no one is going to disturb us in the showers.”
“Hm. Yes. And if we are caught, you were personally assisting Danhausen’s hygiene routine. This is genius!”
With that he scooped you up and carried you to the shower cubicles, seemingly unbothered by his previous bruises and bumps. He hopped and skipped through the maze of lockers to the corner where he found the men's showers.
He practically threw you into the cubicle with an Irish whip, pulling off your shirt and fumbling to pinch off your bra in one frantic motion. There was enough room for the two of you to untangle yourselves and shove your clothes into a corner. You yelped and giggled as he yanked down your bottoms and left you naked for him to admire.
You covered yourself, “What, so its just me getting nude? Its cold in here you know!”
You regretted that; he gave you a devilish smile as he reached behind you to turn the water on. You shrieked and jumped as the water hit you. He looked entirely too smug. You grabbed his hand and tried to pull him in by the wrist.
“Oh no no no, you will get Danhausen’s very expensive gear wet! Stop it, nyehh!”
He freed his arm, too strong for you to over power him. Sticking his hands on his hips, he sneered at you.
“Danhausen just wants to get a good look at your very nice very wet body.”
“You’re not touching me until you're naked, too.” You poked out your tongue.
He rolled his eyes dramatically as he kicked off his leggings and boots into a dry spot with the rest of your clothes. It wasn’t graceful but he was soon naked. His previous shyness seemed to be overwhelmed by his desire to feel your skin.
He stepped into the water, now warm as it flowed over both of you. He enclosed you with his arms and swayed as your bodies met with a shiver.
“You’re soooo evil.” You teased.
“Danhausen is being evil at a minimum capacity for Danhausen.” He said, planting kisses on your shoulder, “You will soon forgive Danhausen.”
His hands were less feverish now; he must have felt safer after laughing with you. His hand snaked to your middle. He made an inquisitive hum, asking permission before his dipped his fingers between you. You nodded in response. With that, his calloused finger ran a ring around your clit. Deliberate and heavy, stopping every so often to beckon through your wet folds.
You felt your body grow heavy and limp, it was hard to stand as the heat pulsed through you. He began to fuck you with his fingers, using his arm to hold you steady. He pressed his brow to yours. Your breath mingled, heady and gentle. Grey face paint began to dribble down your chin, to your neck and all the way down your stomach. You felt his cock press against your belly, he was bucking his hips ever so slightly as you moaned at his touch.
“You wish to cum?” He murmured. No jokes or aggrandizing. He was mesmerised by your pleasure.
All you could manage was a moan. He thrust his fingers faster and deeper until the friction was too much to bear. You whimpered and staggered, clenching around his fingers as he held you firm.
You took a deep breath, laughing off the dizziness. He chuckled with you. It was only then you noticed he was hardly under the water at all. You pulled him into the warmth to enjoy the afterglow.
Danhausen shook out his damp hair; you thought he looked like the cutest drowned rat there ever was. He turned you around, sat himself down cross legged under the stream.
“Here we will both be warm, yes?” He said as he patted his thigh.
He gave you a gentlemanly hand to help you down; the tiles were hard but his lap was so inviting. Danhausen bit his lip as you took him in hand, giving him a few strokes and a squeeze. You coaxed the head of his cock against your folds, back and forth to make him slick. His knuckles were white as he clawed into your waist. Not pushing you down, just wringing out his desperation to cum right there and then.
You took him in with a wash of pleasure and a tinge of stinging. He closed his eyes and exhaled, finally letting the pressure off your waist. He decided to paw your back instead, he scratched red trails into your skin as you rode him. He raked up and down your spine, nodding and groaning as you fucked. You could feel his heart beat as you laid your head on his collar bone, it was racing with yours.
“Danhausen is… Danhausen is–” He grunted, incapable of finishing his words without his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“Cum inside me.” You moaned, letting yourself tip into climax. Thighs twitching and body shivering.
He took it as a command; his thrusts were fast and uncoordinated as he came, his balls slapping against you and tightening as he unloaded. You felt the cum pooling around the base of his cock, dripping out of you as it softened. He gave a few last thrusts; he seemed to want to keep it inside you for as long as he could.
You ran your thumbs over his cheeks as you held his head. Kissing the paint off his lips, it tasted powdery and you were sure it was staining your lips, too.
His facepaint was now all over you, in ghostly hands prints and smudges. His eyes, lips and chin were still black, the rest was just a blur of red and grey.
He hugged you close. He buried his nose into your chest, laying his head down as he had done earlier. He looked up drowsily for a moment, noticing a smear of make up on your chest.
“No one can see evidence of Danhausen’s misdeeds.” He mumbled, reaching up to pump some shower gel from a wall mounted bottle, “Let us become clean-hausen.”
You giggled sleepily as he lathered your skin and washed it all away.