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The warm summer light trickled into the backstage area of the theater where you were readying yourself for yet another audition, clutching your sheet music tightly in your hands. You sighed anxiously, humming the melody for your chosen song under your breath again.You were both hopeful and not at all optimistic. Most of these directors already had people chosen for their roles and the auditions were just a sham, but you had to try since you still had bills to pay and rent was coming due.
As stuck in the spiral that was your thoughts as you were, you barely registered when a hand tapped you on the shoulder, asking for your sheet music to give to the small band. After the hand tapped you a second time, you shook yourself out of the spiraling reverie and handed the sheet music over. The gentle turquoise eyes that stared at you gleamed with excitement when he saw the song that you had chosen. His hair fell into his face, the color from the stained glass windows causing it to look like there was a green tint to the otherwise deep black.
“ Alright, Little Wisp. Just head on over to the stage, give us a nod when you’re ready to start, and we’ll get you all set up ,” his voice guided you to the wings.
Taking a deep breath, you stepped out onto the stage, the boards creaking with the memories of everyone who had gone before you. You stood center stage, in front of the director and stage manager and announced the song you would perform - they noted it down on their sheets of paper, or at least pretended to note it down. You looked for the man with the turquoise eyes to give the nod to start and the music started to play, carrying your voice and spirit away from the anxiety that fettered you and softly landing you back down to earth when you finished.
“ Thank you, please see the band leader for your sheet music on the way out ,” the cold voice of the director slithered its way to your heart and struck. You could feel yourself moving, your voice thanking them for the opportunity, and somehow you found yourself behind the theater, leaning against the wall for support as the frustration took over. Hot tears fell from the corner of your eyes, angry at yourself and your own damn optimism that continued to make you feel like you had a chance. A cough behind you spun you around, swatting at the tears and putting on a warm smile that didn’t reach your eyes.
He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed in front of his teal green suspenders highlighted against his off-white shirt. “Little Wisp, ” he softly crooned, his head cocking as he took in the flashes of emotion that crossed your face.
“ What, Venti?, ” you asked the musician that you knew from other auditions and that you definitely had a crush on, probably loved - no, definitely loved. “Now really isn’t the best time for me. Another audition, another rejection, ” you sighed dejectedly.
He also softly sighed, knowing that it wasn’t easy for you to go through these endless auditions and rejections and also knowing there wasn’t much he could do to land you a role. He uncrossed his arms and stuffed his hands in his pockets, scuffing at the ground with the toe of his shoe. “ Hey, Little Wisp, could you stop by here later tonight? I have something I want to show you, ” his tinkling voice tickling your heart through your ears.
Your anger had cooled enough that you could nod at his request, knowing that you would move mountains for him if he asked you to do so. “ What time? ,” you ask.
“ Let’s say 8, ” he said, reaching over to gently pat you on the head as he stood on the steps to the theater door. “ I have to get back in there, but I’m looking forward to our date tonight,” he said so casually that you would have missed the implications if you weren’t paying attention. You’d started to turn to leave and paused to do a double take when he said that, but he had already gone back inside the theater. You smirked to yourself, excited at the prospect of a date with the charming musician in green, and headed back to the room you rented to get ready for later tonight.
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Practically floating, you exited the house and allowed your feet to direct you back to the theater that had rejected and disappointed you earlier that day, leaving behind your worries and your cares. Summer had pushed back time so that the sun was just settling down comfortably beyond the horizon and dusk was marching the day towards the cool darkness of the night. The streetlamps flickered on, pooling their lights in small puddles on the street. You smiled at the busy silence, closing your eyes, hands fidgeting in front of you, and breathing deeply, you lost yourself briefly in the sounds of silence around you.
His eyes watched your hands do a dance all their own, eyes greedily and wholly taking you in, wandering up and down your body. He had softly walked behind you, carrying his fiddle case. He stepped on the ground a little harder, his shoes clicking against the concrete breaking the reverie that had enchanted you. You turned to smile at him, a magical smile that washed over him like a light breeze. “ C’mon, Little Wisp. Follow me ,” he beamed at you and entered the now empty theater building.
You cocked your head, but still followed him through the wooden doors. You traced the grain of the wood etched into the support posts, imagining the memories of the plays and shows that they had seen. Venti was spreading a blanket out on the stage, his fiddle case open and holding his well-loved fiddle. “ Little Wisp, come here ,” he crooned to you, beckoning with his fingers and patting the blanket next to him.
You practically floated over to him, sitting on the blanket next to him, the scent of mint tea filling your senses. He smirked at the small distance that you put between the two of you and pulled his fiddle out of its case, his fingers caressing the strings as if they were an old friend. You noticed the warm gesture and smiled gently, placing your head in your hand and cocking your head towards his movements. “ Whatcha doin’, Venti? ,” you asked, nodding towards the fiddle as he was focused on tuning the instrument.
The genuine smile that he turned towards you had your heart skipping a beat, heat flushing across your cheeks. “ Just watch me, Little Wisp. Watch and listen ,” he said as he stood up, bringing his fiddle to his chin, placing the bow on the instrument, and starting to draw the bow. The music that played had you both wanting to dance and carried you away in a haze of emotions. As the last note of the song faded, he lifted the bow and bowed towards you as you shook yourself back into this reality.
His eyes twinkled like the stars that danced in the sky outside of the theater as he glinted them towards you. “ That was…,” you paused, grasping for the right word. “ Spectacular, ” you finally settled on.
He beamed a bigger grin at you as you started to ramble excitedly about the way that the melody danced around you, exciting your senses and bringing you joy. He giggled and bent down to your ear and started humming the melody. “ Well, why don’t you just tell me what you really think, my little Wisp? ,” he asked, tracing one of his calloused fingers across your jawline and stopping to ghost your lips. “ I love the way the music is allowed to chart its own course, don’t you?, ” murmuring in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, heat spiraling out from your core.
You nodded your head stiffly, and he chuckled low at your formality. “ Loosen up, Little Wisp ,” he muttered, taking your hand between his free hand and kissing the back of it while capturing your eyes with his. “ On second thought, I might need to loosen you up instead. Won’t you be my instrument tonight, Little Wisp? ,” he asked with a devilish grin that only highlighted the way his hair fell over his cheeks and the turquoise glint in his eyes. His lips found their way to your inner wrist, breathing deeply in at your pulse point and letting out a shaky breath.
You bit your bottom lip, heat gathering and pulsing through the rest of your body and turned your face into your shoulder. You still looked around the darkened theater hall, half expecting someone to pop in and ruin this moment.
“ Hesitating, Little Wisp? How uncharacteristic of you ,” his grin widening at the teasing and moving up your arm to your shoulder.
You turned towards him hotly. “I would never hesitate and you know that, Venti. I just… ,” another pause as you thought carefully about what you wanted to say. “ I just never want this moment with you to end, ” you said quietly, feeling his warm breath against your cheek.
“ Just this moment or any moment?, ” he asked, waiting for your answer with baited breath.
“Any moment with you that I can steal from the rest of the world, Venti.”
His lips barely ghosted over yours so softly that, had he not still been in front of you, you would have thought him just a figment of your imagination. “ Then, Little Wisp, I recommend we continue to steal away our moments elsewhere, ” he said as he turned and carefully packed his fiddle away. “ C’mon with me ,” he whispered in your ear, offering his hand to help you off the floor. He gathered the blanket and his instrument case in one hand and offered you the elbow of his other arm, leading you out of the deserted theater.
You walked with him in a comfortable and busy silence down the darkened street, making your way from lamplight to lamplight to an apartment building that looked semi-abandoned. You threw a curious look to him and he shrugged his shoulders. “ It’s the best the theater owners can buy for its actors ,” he mocked with a fake imperious air. “ Most people find themselves another place, but this is both quiet and close enough to a few tiger dens should the desire for some soothing refreshments arise,” he winked at you as you leaned against the wall outside of his apartment.
“ All that to say that you’re broke and don’t have anywhere else to go ,” you chuckled and he laughed a melodious laugh that echoed down the empty halls.
He placed an arm on the wall next to you, looking into your eyes and caging you there. “ What I’m saying, Little Wisp, ” his voice deepening like a full-bodied wine, his hooded eyes greedily and obviously drinking you in, “ is that no one else stays here. No one else around to tell me what to or not to do. And there’s both plenty of lively conversation with other people in the surrounding neighborhood and plenty of downtime to just be. And no one else to hear anything that I do,” his words tickling your ear and trickling down to your core, the fingers of his other hand tracing your form. And then, suddenly, his warmth was gone and he was unlocking and opening the door to the apartment. “ Honestly, this suits me just fine, ” he said with a flourish, beckoning you into the apartment filled with contraptions and sheet music with soft curtains billowing in the night breeze.
You entered, starting to pick up the random pieces of paper as you were drawn towards the window. He watched you gently caress the fabric, his cock struggling against the fabric of his pants, wishing that your hands were caressing him instead of the curtains. He came up behind you while you were staring out the window, watching the heavenly bodies perform their nightly ritual performance and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your back and breathing in your scent deeply. Your hand found his and intertwined your fingers together, bringing one up to your lips and kissing it. “ Okay, Venti. I get why you stay here. This view is magical, ” you offered as a throwaway line, what might have been considered an afterthought to your acceptance of his living arrangements.
He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, feeling the bulge through his pants. “ The view is, as you say, magical ,” he whispered into your neck, his hands wandering up and down your body, unbuttoning and removing your clothes and grabbing at parts of your tender skin. You gasped as his calloused fingers roughly grabbed and tweaked at your nipples. He kissed at your pulse point, nipping sharply at your skin, over and over again. You whined softly, pushing your body backwards into his, trying to turn around to reach his lips, touch his body, something.
He chuckled as he swept you up in his arms, carrying you to the bed and dropping you in it. Your hands, finally able to find some purchase, roved up and down his body, unbuttoning his suspenders and pants and pushing all of his clothes down, releasing his stiff cock from its fabric prison. Your soft fingers gently grasped the shaft, looking up at his eager face, his fingers gently tangling in your hair. You licked a long line from the base of his cock to the tip, taking the tip into your mouth and his hand tightened in your hair. You hollowed out your cheeks, slowly making your way down to the base, pausing only for a moment to relax your gag reflex as you continued your journey down. Your tongue swirled around his cock and you softly swallowed and a low moan came from his throat, which caused your lips to curve in a smile. You made your way back up to the tip and continued the process over and over again, crafting moans which fit perfectly into the melody that you wanted to create with him.
His hands clenched your hair tighter, his breath came faster, and he strained to keep his hips still. You smacked his ass, which snapped and released his hips, thrusting deep in your throat, grunts and moans erupting from his chest. “I-I-I ,” he stuttered, “ I can’t hold back. ” Hips stuttered in between pants as he erupted in your mouth, hot and sticky, his hands curled around your scalp, panting and catching his breath as he pulled out of your mouth.
You swallowed obediently as he kissed the top of your head and pushed you down onto the bed, his legs straddling your hips, his cock slowly rehardening against your skin. He kissed your lips, softly, tenderly, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realize that he had loosely, but securely, tied your wrists with soft silk ropes. You bit your bottom lip as you pulled at the restraints and found only a small amount of give, having an idea, an inkling if you will, of what might come.
His devilish grin had returned, his cock continuing to harden against your skin. “ Well, Little Wisp. Now I simply must hear how this instrument sounds, ” he purred against your throat’s pulse point. He started with your lips again, biting and pulling at your bottom lip, his tongue swirling inside while his hands started to wander your form. He pulled away from your lips and started traveling down your body, a tweak on a nipple here pulling a high-pitched whine from your throat, a bite there followed by a gentle kiss generating a deep moan. Everywhere his hands touched, his mouth soon followed. You were exposed and vulnerable, weakly struggling at your bonds to protest his ministrations. His attention turned towards your sex, dripping with need and desire. He smirked at the increase of your whines, his fingers curling your most sensitive spot, his tongue dipping deeply into your sensitivities. His tongue and fingers played you like his fiddle, caressing you and pulling you higher and higher, encouraging the music that fell from your lips.
“ Venti, please, I’m begging you,” you groaned against your bonds, begging for any release from the ache that had built up in your core.
“ Cum for me, my Wisp ,” he growled into your thigh, his fingers still pumping you, and his tongue returning to its pleasurable artwork. Your toes curled and you could feel your ass lifting off the bed, as you felt a searing heat course through your body and shuddered from the ecstatic high. You heard the screams in the room, before you realized they were falling from your mouth. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you as you caught your breath, his lips on your thigh, a greedy smile watching your chest heave and fall. The continued build-up was too intense, too stimulating, and you were going to crash over the edge again so soon.
“Venti, I-I-I, ” you started stuttering and stumbling over your words as he picked up speed, his tongue returning to treatment of your sensitive and over-stimulated sex. Your body contracted with the stimulation, as yet another searing heat sparked through your body. Catching your breath was of no concern to him as he continued to arouse, stimulate, and push you over the cliff of ecstasy over and over and over again. The corners of your eyes pricked with tears as you begged, “ Please, Venti, please please please. Just fuck me, ” losing your vocabulary first to basic and vulgar terms and then to incoherent babbling.
After you lost count as to how many times you had reached the heights of ecstasy and fallen off of them, his hard cock begging for attention, he loosened your rope bonds, lining himself up and easing into your sex. “ God fucking damn it. You’re so fucking tight, ” he muttered as he bottomed out inside of you, you gasping at the fullness that you felt, easily pushed over the heights of pleasure again.
“Venti, please just fucking move, damnit, ” you begged him, drooling into his chest, your nails scratching and digging into his back. “Just let me feel you fucking move ,” you whined.
“Your wish is my command, my Wisp ,” he growled into your ear as his hips started moving and he pulled out and thrust back in hard and fast. Your hips bucked up, a gasp which turned into a moan leaving your throat, as you bit into his shoulder and grasped for anything along his back. His fingers tangled with yours, the only sounds in the room that of skin slapping skin and ragged panting breaths from both of you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Venti, fuck, ” an incoherent babble of words falling from your lips. Your fingers tightened around his hand as you came around his cock, your sex tightening around him, seeing nothing but white, your back arching your body up into his. He growled deeply, moaning into your throat and shoulder, as his hips stuttered in time to your ecstasy finding his own deep well of pleasure.
Ragged breaths from both of you filled the warm silence of the room. His softening cock slipped from your sex, as he kissed you softly on the lips, his forehead placed gently against your own. “You did so good for me, my Little Wisp. Let me just take care of you, love.” He heated up some water and brought it and some towels to the bedside. Dipping one of the towels in the water, he softly cleaned you up, paying particular attention to your wrists and the marks that were already starting to show up on your delicate skin. He murmured tender praise, helping you to sit up, making sure you were rehydrated by drinking some water as he put the kettle on to brew some herbal tea to soothe your ragged throat. He wrapped you in blankets, seeming to appear from thin air, and encircled you with his body and arms, his fingers softly detangling and braiding your hair from the mess that he created.
“Venti, I can stay, right? ,” you muttered softly, never actually expecting an answer from him.
“Of course you can, my Wisp. In fact, I rather insist that you stay with me and we keep stealing every moment, making music for ourselves, away from the rest of the world,” he whispered into your neck before you both finally settled into a quiet peace and solace away from the rest of the world, watching the breeze dance and play with the curtains until you both found soft slumber wrapped in the arms of the other.