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The new club that had opened recently in Robloxia was quite a place, 007n7 thought as he adjusted his tie, looking around the lively atmosphere of the club. It was aimed at young folks looking to make a getaway, certainly, with the flashing neon lights and the overly obnoxious loud music blasting in his ears. Although he could see some private rooms appealing to the older people, too. 007n7 silently observed the amount of people on the dance floor, he’d promised to himself the day before to take a break from work but perhaps he would’ve preferred something more calmer. Maybe it was because his tastes have changed since retiring as a hacker, or he had to consider the fact that getting drunk in his current state would be a bad idea.
Originally, 007n7 had planned to relax at the bar over at the more secluded part of the club, maybe drink some mocktails or, I don’t know, try to get rid of that awkwardness whenever he tried to strike up a conversation with a stranger, but he soon discovered that the bartender working at the club just so happened to be Elliot—someone he had a rocky history with. 007n7 did not want to go through awkward conversations just to get a drink at an unfamiliar club.
In truth, 007n7 didn’t have a clue on how to interact properly with the people surrounding him. They all seemed like they knew what they were doing, and he was afraid he would ruin the mood if he even dared to strike up a casual conversation with a person. Getting drinks was a no-go and properly interacting wasn’t his best forte, what else was he supposed to do other than to lean on a wall in complete silence?
…Well, maybe he had other ideas in the back of his mind. Ideas that may or may not involve the embarrassingly attractive bouncer over at the entrance.
007n7 by all means wasn’t experienced in romance. In fact, he only ever had one partner in his entire life, and that relationship didn’t last as long as expected. But he couldn’t help but think about the bouncer. He didn’t know who the bouncer was but the fact that he just couldn’t take his mind off of the guy was a sign of trouble. This was a surprise for 007n7, since he normally didn’t care about his or other people’s looks to the point it would be nagging at his mind constantly.
But could you really blame him? Broad shoulders, a tall frame, large calloused hands, hell, 007n7 even caught a glimpse of the bouncer’s deep-blue eyes underneath those sunglasses. Those and the slight touch of the bouncer’s hand when 007n7 handed over his ID were enough to have 007n7 fawning mentally in his head, if he could, he would’ve been drinking in the sight of the bouncer just standing there until he got drunk.
It feels silly to be infatuated with a stranger 007n7 had just met and will probably never meet again, at his age nevertheless. He knows he probably shouldn’t be feeling this way towards a stranger he doesn’t even know the name of, but…god, his brain clearly didn’t want to let go of the bouncer just yet, how would 007n7 even gather the courage to even approach him?
He takes a glance at the rest of the club, then to the bar, and then to the entrance he came in from. There was a pretty long line before he entered, but now it seemed like nobody was going to enter the club at this hour. He blinks, thinking over his decisions in his head. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try and shoot his shot, right?
How would he even attempt to ‘shoot his shot’, though? 007n7 certainly didn’t have the confidence to approach a stranger, more or less a stranger he was interested in. Don’t get him wrong, he’d love to be able to take the initiative and ask someone out, but it was the outcome that scared him a little. Sure, the worst-case scenario is that the bouncer refuses and he goes on about his night, but the thought of laying in his bed, thinking over every little detail of what he could’ve done to make it better makes him more nervous than it needs to be.
With the way he is, he would probably fumble the moment he tried to talk and the memory would leave him embarrassed for hours on end. He already has more embarrassing memories he would rather forget and he did not want to add more to that pile. So his solution?
To drink juuust a bit before talking to the bouncer.
Sure, it seems like a stupid idea, and 007n7 admits that it does sound stupid both applicably and theoretically. But at least he wouldn’t remember the interactions, and alcohol would do wonders for his confidence since he would be under the influence of it and therefore…nevermind, he’s not making sense. But was he still going to do it? Sure is.
Sauntering his way over to the bar, 007n7 then realizes he would actually have to interact with Elliot in order to get his drink. He reconsiders his choices for a brief moment, before deciding that it would in fact be worth it to go through a 5 minute long awkward conversation with Elliot to put his oh-so genius plan into action.
“...G-Good evening…” Oh dear god, he’s already regretting this.
“Good evening, good si…” Elliot’s voice trailed off the moment his eyes laid on 007n7’s, blinking with an unreadable expression. Elliot coughs into his hand, clearing his throat before settling the handkerchief on his hand onto the counter. “Ahem, what can I get for you?”
“Could I get a…” 007n7 paused, considering his choices for a brief moment. “A margarita? I-It’s okay if you-”
“One glass of margarita coming up.” Elliot would respond, 007n7 could tell there was a slight grimace in the way Elliot acted. He could tell Elliot didn’t want to drag on the interaction for any longer, and he honestly didn’t blame Elliot.
007n7 stood idly while his hands searched for his wallet before bringing out two money bills and sliding them onto the counter. He kept his eyes locked on the sleek, mahogany table, not daring to even look upwards to meet Elliot’s eyes. Then, he sees a glass being slid over to him and a deadpan, monotone voice from above. “Your drink, sir.”
“Ah, t-thank you,” 007n7 responds, taking the glass of margarita with sweaty hands as Elliot takes the money, slipping it into the register, fumbling around in it before handing 007n7 the change over. 007n7 bowed slightly at Elliot, which earned a confused glance from the latter before immediately walking away from the bar as quickly as possible.
Curiously, 007n7 would place the edge of the glass to his lips, taking a small sip of the drink before his body flinched the moment the liquid hit his throat. The drink was stronger than he expected but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, surely.
He should really stop staring into the club.
Guest thought to himself, leaning against the brick wall of the club. He sighed to himself, adjusting his sunglasses before turning his head away from the club, looking at the empty line in front of him. Terribly boring, as his friend would say, and he doesn’t get off his shift until 10 P.M, about 30 minutes. He expected for time to go by faster, but with nobody to check and with nobody to accompany him during his shift, he was left with nothing but his mind to entertain him while he watched over the entrance.
He wasn’t that much of a party person, really. Guest was really only here because of his job. And even then, he wasn’t all that interested in what goes on inside the club itself, so him staring into the interior of it for an extended period of time was out of the ordinary for him, he didn’t have any plans after his shift, either. Most likely, he’ll go down his usual route, maybe get himself a nice cup of tea from a cafe and…
“H-Hello,” A person from behind him clears their throat.
Turning around to face the source of the noise, Guest meets the unconfident gaze of a man of a smaller stature than his. The bouncer took note of how the man immediately turned his eyes from his, his cheeks red. Guest observed as the stranger swallowed as he opened his mouth to speak -
"H-Hey...you look..a little lonely here?" He stuttered, fumbling over his words.
Guest raised an eyebrow, unsure of what he was trying to initiate. "It would seem that way." He replied politely, not wanting to sound rude.
"It would seem that I..have a bit of extra money on me...and I was thinking that maybe I could buy you...a drink?" He offered, "Of course, you can refuse if you don't want to!" He quickly added.
Guest thought about it, weighing his options. If he was being honest, it was rather tempting to take him up on the offer, not to mention that he found the man strangely cute. He doesn’t know if it was his mannerisms like how his hand was subconsciously playing with the end of his blazer and the other nervously holding a drink, or how he immediately turns away when he meets his gaze.
Guest considered himself a man of routine, he valued how he spent his time, how he liked to follow a simple schedule with simple goals to get through the day. Sure it gets monotonous and repetitive, yet despite that he wouldn’t have it any other way, and honestly—he wasn't the biggest fan of alcohol either. Guest looked over at the smaller man waiting for his answer. However, if it meant that he could maybe get to know the man before him better—then maybe he'll make an exception. Because why not? Maybe he could use the alcohol after all. It had been a rough day anyway.
"Sure." He replied, noticing as the man's eyes lit up in anticipation.
The man looked around, scouting the club to find some area they could maybe chat. His eyes darted to a corner, spotting an isolated and vacant table, how convenient. He motioned for Guest to follow him, the latter following wordlessly.
The two sat comfortably at the table, the man setting his drink down. Guest could see the man gain confidence more and more as he went on. The bouncer used this chance to assess the man before him better; decently built, a little pale in complexion, his eyes a nice shade of brown almost yellow, his lips -
“What drink would you like?” Guest’s thoughts were interrupted, he hadn’t realized he was staring a little too much. The other man looked at him expectantly.
“Your name.” The bouncer realized he hadn’t gotten the name of this man yet.
A blink. “P-pardon?” The man stammered.
“I haven’t gotten your name.” Guest repeated.
The man took a few seconds to process his words. Realization painfully dawning on him.
“O-Oh! My apologies! My name is 007n7!” The confidence he had gained earlier plummeted to the ground—quite literally as he stared at the floor like it held all the answers to his questions.
007n7 huh…how oddly fitting, Guest thought. Smirking in amusement as he watched 007n7 visibly panic, before downing a glass of what looks like to be…If he had to guess, margarita. And the way he flinched as he drank hadn’t gone unnoticed by the bouncer. 007n7 slammed the cup on the table as he breathed out, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“I’ll take whiskey.” Guest wasn’t fond of alcohol, though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a decent tolerance. He could hold himself pretty well in that regard.
“S-Sure! I’ll get you some right away!” 007n7 got up immediately, unintentionally slamming the table in the process, before making his way over at the main counter.
‘What an interesting guy.’ Guest mused as he watched 007n7 stumble and disappear into the crowd. Usually, when people ask to buy him a drink, or anything else similar to that, he’d ignore them. But there was something about 007n7 that Guest couldn’t deny. Though he wasn’t exactly sure what it was, he felt as if there was an allure to 007n7 that caught his attention.
Guest stayed silent, watching as 007n7 came back with the drinks—another glass of margarita and a glass of whiskey, sliding himself onto the seat as he settled the drinks down on the table. Guest eyed the drinks for the moment, hands reaching out to wrap his hands around the glass of whiskey as 007n7 did the same with his glass of margarita. Faintly, he sees 007n7’s cheek start to burn up, by this point 007n7 was probably already pretty tipsy from the alcohol he had earlier.
007n7 takes a sip of his drink. “W…What about you?”
“Hm?”
“Your name, I mean.” 007n7 clarified.
He paused for a moment, as if he was hesitating to give his name out to 007n7. Then, Guest would take a sip of his drink before answering. “Guest. Guest 1337.”
“A-Ah,” 007n7 stammered, breath hitching the moment he hears Guest’s voice leave his mouth. It was deep, rough and husky, and something about it made 007n7’s already tipsy brain roil over. You could say 007n7 found Guest’s voice to be attractive. He takes another sip of his drink, before speaking in a rather awkward tone. “Well, nice to meet you, Guest. Can I call you Guest?”
A nod, “I don’t mind.”
“Cool, cool,” 007n7 downs the rest of his drink, nearly choking on the liquid the moment it hits his throat. Guest only watched, drinking the rest of his share too, except more slowly. A few moments went by in silence, and Guest could tell 007n7 was scrambling his head to come up with a conversation topic. Then, 007n7 looks at him, attempting to do it with full confidence before stumbling over his words again. “S-So, uh, how long have you been working as a bouncer?”
“Hm,” Guest thinks about it for a moment, placing his empty glass on the table, noticing how 007n7 gradually started to shuffle closer to him, eyes trying to occupy themselves as if 007n7 was trying to avoid looking at Guest. Cute. “Not long, first job as one, actually.”
“Really?” 007n7 commented, going to take another sip of his drink before noticing that it was empty, slightly frowning. “I thought you’d be more experienced,”
“I used to serve in the military,” Guest starts to explain, crossing his arms, recounting his memories. It’s been long since he discussed his past as a soldier, and truth be told, he wasn’t one to open up this easily. Guest thinks it’s the alcohol affecting him, or maybe it was the man in front of him affecting his senses. “Probably the reason why they hired me in the first place. Care for another round? It’s on me this time.”
Guest notices how 007n7 flinched the moment he offered another round of drinks. 007n7 seemed to be more surprised at the fact that someone would willingly spend their money on him, and Guest sees the way his shoulders would relax ever so slightly the moment he spoke. Almost too enthusiastically, 007n7 responds, “Of course!”
007n7 is on his 4th drink by now.
Guest looks at 007n7, eyes glassy and hand loosely gripping the glass in his hand. He’s barely finished his 3rd whiskey, and he tried to get 007n7 to stop the moment 007n7’s speech started to slur, but he instead insisted on the fact that he could very well handle alcohol on his own. 007n7’s skin and cheeks were flushed, a drunken smile on his face, twirling the empty glass in his hand. Guest thinks it's almost ridiculous how someone could look so alluring when drunk—but he pushes that thought to the side, thinking of it as another side effect of the alcohol. And in full honesty, he was getting a bit tipsy, too.
His eyes begin to wander, trying to keep his gaze off of 007n7 before taking a sip of his whiskey. Looking around the perimeters of the club, he would notice Elliot trying to keep a straight face over at the bar, watching the two patrons in front of him. They both wore fedoras and black clothing, Guest nearly thought they were the same person from behind if not for the height difference between them. The shorter was practically rubbing themselves against the taller one, slinging their arms around the other, probably very drunk. Elliot looks like he was about to throw his towel he was using to wipe the dishes at the person in front of him.
A small hiccup from 007n7 could be heard, and he’s looking at Guest, eyes fixed on his face. 007n7 leans his elbow against the table, movements slow, body swaying slightly as if he were dizzy under the intoxication. Guest would take another sip of his whiskey, 007n7 hadn’t spoken a word since he got to this drunken state, and silently, Guest wonders how 007n7 would sound under the effects of alcohol.
“...Haa,” His wish was granted when 007n7 leaned back suddenly, his blazer slowly rolling off his shoulder as he held his forehead, sweat dripping down his skin. Then, 007n7’s fingers would slowly move to his tie, grabbing and loosening it. His clothes were already a disheveled mess by now, and he would only become more disheveled when a hand reached to unbutton a single button on his shirt. “Is…Is it getting hot here or is it just me…?”
Guest could only stare, was 007n7 even aware of what he was doing or was he completely drunk? His eyes wander down to the slightly unbuttoned shirt, and spots 007n7’s collarbone underneath his outfit. Guest would avert his eyes quickly, trying his best to avoid looking at 007n7. “...It might just be you.”
“Hmm…” 007n7 hummed, body scooting over to Guest, movements slow as his eyes were fixed on his features. 007n7 spots multiple scars on his face, one on his eyebrow, one on his lips, and one on his jawline; he could even spot a few moles on his skin, too. A quiet and dazed chuckle comes out from his throat, body moving closer until his hands were nearly touching Guest’s.
“Are you…” A hiccup. “Are you sure…? You…hah, you’re makin’ me burn up here…”
Guest paused, processing 007n7’s words. “How so?”
007n7 took a few moments to think over the question, body scooting even closer as his face leaned in to observe Guest’s features. The closeness is enough to leave Guest stunned and speechless, the way 007n7’s half-lidded eyes stared into his makes his own cheeks flare up. “Nnn…I guess it’s tha’ way you…”
A long pause. 007n7’s body is swaying from side to side. “Gaah…I’unno, lemme…”
007n7’s hand suddenly reaches out to grab the lapels of Guest’s suit, pulling him even closer. Blue eyes stared into brown, and although 007n7 tried his best to focus on Guest, his eyes seemed dazed, unfocused, almost as if he was in a dream-like state. Guest could feel 007n7’s breath against his, and it looks like the glasses of whiskeys he drank earlier were starting to take effect on him, too. “Lemme take a closer look…”
“Easy there,” Guest gently pushed 007n7’s chest away from him, earning a confused noise and a displeased frown from the latter. “Don’t want to get too risky, not in public, at least”
“Mm?” 007n7 tilts his head, before a dazed smile starts to form on his face, nearly stumbling forwards into Guest. “‘Ya want to get risky here…? I mean, not that I— hic —mind…as long as it’s with you…”
“Not what I meant.” Guest responds curtly, trying his best to keep himself together. He can’t help but let his eyes wander down to the slightly exposed skin on 007n7’s chest. He doesn’t know if it was the whiskey or some other ungodly reason powering him, but he felt the sudden urge to slide his hands up 007n7’s chest and feel around his pecs. Guest tried to brush off the thought, but with how… close they were, his eyes were practically glued to 007n7’s chest, maybe if he…
“You mind if I do this?” Guest asked, sweat rolling down his skin, hands travelling upwards to gently squeeze 007n7’s chest through his clothing, earning a surprised yelp in response. Guest stares at 007n7’s eyes expectantly.
With a shake of his head, 007n7 responds, “N-No.”
“Hm,” Guest thought to himself. He wasn’t a man to have one-night stands or hookups on the regular, preferring to please his partner in a way a romantic partner would. But with 007n7 this close to him and how eager he was, maybe he could indulge in what 007n7 wanted for tonight, it wasn’t like Guest had anything to do tomorrow, anyway. “Why don’t we take this to my place, somewhere more… private.”
Creak…
Guest opened the door to his apartment, a very drunk 007n7 leaning against him with an arm slung over Guest’s shoulder. 007n7 stumbled on his shoes, nearly falling before Guest caught him right before he tripped over. Looking over to his partner, Guest would notice that 007n7’s eyes are struggling to stay open, he wasn’t even sure that 007n7 was aware they'd arrived at Guest’s apartment yet.
Nudging 007n7, Guest would attempt to catch his attention, “Hey, we’re here.”
“Nnh…” 007n7 slurred, head looking up as if he was inspecting the apartment. He lets out another quiet sound, though it doesn’t go unheard by Guest. Something about 007n7’s small voice made him gulp. After a few seconds of silence, 007n7 would nod in approval. “Mm, your place is nice…”
Letting go of Guest, 007n7 begins to walk over to the couch in an unsteady manner, hands making deft work of his blazer. Promptly sitting down on the couch and attempting to fold his blazer into a neat pile before giving up after 5 seconds. He crumpled it into a somewhat neat ball, before throwing it onto the floor in the next second. So much for attempting to look tidy. Guest only stared, his mind somehow registering the entire sequence as something he’d describe as ‘cute’, groaning to himself and attempting to push the thoughts away from his hazy mind.
What the hell was Guest thinking, offering his place to someone he had only known for about what, half an hour? He wasn’t sure if his actions were entirely by his will or if it was driven by alcohol, maybe it was the alcohol. It was definitely the alcohol. Surely.
He looked over to 007n7, who was slumped over his couch, his eyes struggling to keep open. His blazer was already discarded on the floor, his tie was loose and his polo partially unbuttoned revealing a rather tempting image. 007n7’s cheeks were flushed and his breathing was a little laboured. The sight of it shouldn't have any right to look so inviting , yet. Guest couldn’t deny what he was feeling. Thoughts and feelings he thought were long buried ever since he had served in the war.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, he made his way to the intoxicated man, “007n7?” he asked, nervousness betraying him. “Would you still like to…” he trailed off, eyes meeting 007n7’s as the latter stared at him blankly. “Do…that?” 007n7 looked at him with a dazed smile on his face, before motioning Guest to come closer.
Hesitantly, Guest scooted closer, before he knew it - hands grabbed the collar of his shirt as he was yanked forward, he could feel the soft, yet firm lips against his own. It was a little clumsy, with 007n7 not knowing what he was doing. Guest sighed into the kiss, 007n7 smelled and tasted of alcohol, which was expected, but then again had no right fueling Guest’s growing desire.
007n7 pulled away just as sudden, leaving Guest a little dumbfounded., “That– good enough… for an answer— hic —handsome?” He slurred, his eyes in a daze yet there was undeniable lust underneath.
Before 007n7 could react, his lips were captured by Guest. A hand grasped the back of 007n7’s neck, trapping him as Guest kissed him like he was a starved man, making 007n7 shudder and whimper. Guest bit the bottom of the ex-hacker’s lips to gain entrance, 007n7 eagerly complying.
Guest’s free hand roamed underneath 007n7’s shirt, feeling his body and making the smaller man flinch at the cold feeling of his hand. It explored and felt every muscle 007n7 had to offer, before finding itself on the man’s pec, pinching a nipple, causing 007n7 to whine and writhe in his hold.
Overwhelmed, 007n7 instinctively tried to push Guest away, he needed to breathe- “Wai–” 007n7 breathed out as he managed to pull away to a brief respite, courtesy of Guest’s mercy. Though it was short-lived as Guest pressed their lips together again with renewed fervor, taking the lead with practiced ease. Despite the initial intoxication, 007n7 has never felt so sober up until this moment. God, it’s been so long since he’d done something like this, and he is embarrassingly sensitive.
Rough, calloused hands would continue to roam over 007n7’s body, teasing the sensitive skin. 007n7 bites back a whimper, body writhing under Guest’s hold. His mouth felt dry despite him kissing Guest, so dry it feels like sand is being poured in his throat. He doesn’t know if it’s because of the glasses of alcohol he drank earlier, but the dry feeling is making him want something down his throat to knock out the dryness.
Guest’s hands are slowly moving themselves downwards, 007n7 realizes. Guest traced his fingers along the contours of 007n7’s abdomen before sliding his fingers into 007n7’s pants. In an urgent manner, 007n7 would pull himself away from Guest’s lips, earning a confused look from the latter. He’s panting and breathing heavily, hardly even believing he was acting like this, overly eager and sensitive the way he seemed to want more.
Reaching his hand out to cup Guest’s cheek, 007n7 would stutter out, “Could we…continue in your, uhm, bedroom?”
Guest would stare at 007n7 for a moment, drunken mind processing his words before his lips curled up into a smile. The sight of 007n7 already looking half-wrecked under him did something to his brain. In silence, Guest would grab 007n7’s legs, wrapping them around his waist as he pulled 007n7 closer to him. 007n7 yelped, hands reaching out to grab onto Guest’s shoulders for a sense of stability as Guest hoists 007n7 up. Then, Guest would lean his head in, purposefully lowering his voice, whispering into 007n7’s ear;
“Hold on tight to me, doll.” Guest purrs, it’s less than a moment before he goes back to silence but his voice instantly makes 007n7 keen. He didn’t know it was possible for him to act like this, to be so sensitive and reactive over the smallest things, more or less being called a doll out of everything, he was in his 40s for god’s sake! His brain shouldn’t instantly melt over being called a cheesy petname by someone he just met 3 hours ago.
In response, 007n7’s arms would tighten around Guest’s shoulders, and Guest leans in to capture 007n7’s lips in another kiss again. 007n7 isn’t sure on what to do, so he’s letting Guest take the lead, hands scrabbling onto Guest’s back, feeling as his legs start to get even more wobbly by the second. Guest is talking to him and treating him so passionately, and by this point he wouldn’t be surprised if he comes out addicted to the way Guest kisses him, it’s so tender and disgustingly sweet that 007n7’s mental faculties are completely shutting down trying to make sense of what Guest was doing.
The kiss was soft, so torturously soft that 007n7 is stunned into stillness because of it, unable to think or do anything but to feel and taste every single thing Guest had to offer. 007n7 feels Guest’s hand squeeze into his thighs, and 007n7 is pretty sure Guest is doing his all not to slam 007n7’s back onto a wall and vigorously make out with him. There was something impatient, insistent, but controlled about the way Guest handled 007n7. 007n7 feels his mind getting hazy again, barely registering how he was being carried over to Guest’s bedroom.
A door creaks open, and 007n7 suddenly feels himself being lowered on something soft. His legs relax around Guest’s waist, with Guest pulling away from 007n7’s lips and earning a disappointed whine from him. Guest only exhaled in response, climbing on top of 007n7, eyes fixed on 007n7’s disheveled appearance.
Gaining even the smallest of confidence, 007n7 asks - “Can I… Can I try something?” he utters meekly, propping himself up on his forearms.
Guest gives a small ‘hmm?’ and a tilt of his head in response, leaning himself back to let 007n7 prop himself up into a sitting position fully. 007n7 wipes the drool off of his lips, breathing heavily, trying his best to make himself sound confident. “C-Could you…sit on the edge of the bed?”
Guest would cock an eyebrow at the request, but he complied nonetheless. He scoots himself to the edge of the bed, letting his legs dangle off of the mattress, watching as 007n7 came crawling next to him. At first, Guest was confused as to what 007n7 wanted to try, but the moment 007n7 got off the bed and onto the floor, positioning himself between Guest’s legs and sinking onto his knees made something click in Guest’s brain.
Letting out a small huff at the realization, Guest’s right hand would travel to caress 007n7’s cheek, the other hand taking off his sunglasses and setting it aside. 007n7 looks up, now suddenly feeling very intimidated in the way Guest’s deep blue eyes are fully exposed and staring at his own. 007n7 swallows a lump in his throat, feeling as Guest’s hand retracted from his cheek.
Wobbly hands would reach out to Guest’s crotch, 007n7 couldn’t help but pause for a moment to stare at the growing hardness in front of him, he could tell Guest was at least decently sized and 007n7 couldn’t help but gulp in anticipation. He hooks a finger on the hem of Guest’s pants, the other slowly working on unzipping his fly.
007n7 would slowly pull the zipper down. Once it was fully unzipped and 007n7 could see Guest’s underwear he’d start taking off Guest’s pants. He could feel Guest’s eyes burning holes the way he’s staring, and 007n7 couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. Guest adjusted himself on the bed, allowing 007n7 to continue his ministrations easier. Then, 007n7 would pull Guest’s boxers down, flinching away slightly when Guest’s erection suddenly springs out and exposing itself into thin air and nearly smacking itself against 007n7’s cheek.
Oh, he was so fucked.
He couldn’t help but stare upwards, breath hitching as he drank down the sight. The size was unmistakable, and 007n7 couldn’t help but feel a frightening thrill course through his nerves. 007n7 is stunned into a baffling silence, beginning to wonder if he could take it all in as he stared silently at the erection in front of him. He must’ve been staring too long, because he feels fingers grabbing at his chin and hears a teasing, low voice from above him.“Impressive, hm?”
007n7 didn’t even have the courage to look him in the eyes, he felt too intimidated. Regret flashing briefly in his mind, before mentally shaking those thoughts away. With newfound courage, he takes Guest’s dick in his hand - making the bouncer exhale sharply. 007n7 looked up at Guest expectantly, “You're doing alright 7.” he smiled, placing his arm on 007n7’s head, fingers finding itselves on soft locks.
Slowly and hesitantly, 007n7 began slowly stroking Guest, his own breaths becoming hitched as it throbbed in his hold. Fluttering his eyes shut, 007n7 tucks his hair behind his ear as he brings his lips to kiss the tip. 007n7 licks a tentative stripe, feeling a vein. He takes the cockhead into his mouth, using his hands to make up for what he couldn’t manage. Guest shuddered, feeling heat envelop his dick, fingers slightly closing in on 007n7’s hair.
007n7 lets out a nervous and muffled sigh, as if he was steadying his own sanity, pulling his head away and giving Guest little licks along the base of his shaft. Guest couldn’t help but watch in faint amusement at how 007n7’s demeanour had changed from someone nervous, then to an overly-confident drunk, then back to being all nervous again. 007n7 is fidgeting under him, his poorly hidden pent-up frustration clearly showing in his hesitancy to properly take the entire thing in.
“I’m going to assume you’ve never done this before?” Guest quipped, both in a remark and a genuine question. He paused, taking his time to drag out the moment, admiring 007n7, tense and desperate, almost trembling under him. 007n7 gives a weak and slow nod, clearly embarrassed. Guest’s expression softened, eyes warm with gentle encouragement as he spoke again in a tender murmur, making 007n7 shiver on his knees, “Shh, it’s okay,” He soothed. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, 7n7.”
“We’ll take this slow, I’ll walk you through it, so relax for me.” He promised, his tone gentle and soothing, taking the hand away from 007n7’s hair to gently brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead before his hand slid to the back of 007n7’s neck, tracing the spine he could faintly feel under the skin. “Now, take a deep breath before taking it in…”
Guest couldn’t deny, something about 007n7’s inexperience was oddly charming, Guest could very well tell 007n7 was nervous, but also enthusiastic in the way he immediately followed Guest’s order by letting the cockhead go past his lips again. 007n7 lets out a hot breath, hitting Guest’s shaft and making him let out a groan, before slowly letting his head sink down on the length.
“Breathe through your nose for me…that’s it, you can take me,” Guest purred, voice a warm, soothing balm to 007n7’s frayed nerves. 007n7 could feel his mind going fuzzy again, drool starting to seep from his mouth, dripping down to his chin. He gagged, the tip of Guest’s cock hitting the back of his throat, he realizes in a slight panic that he hadn't taken the entire thing in yet, and it was hitting the back of his throat already. Then, 007n7 feels Guest’s finger gently caressing his throat, tracing lines along his adam's apple in an attempt to calm 007n7 down. “Relax your jaw…mmh, you’re doing so good,”
The praise went through 007n7’s brain then straight to his groin, only serving to stir even more arousal inside him. 007n7’s eyes slowly shut, letting himself get lost in the feeling as he slid off his dick before swallowing it again in a slow rhythm. Occasional moans and whimpers escaped 007n7, adding more stimulation to Guest as 007n7 felt him throb inside again. He retracted himself from Guest’s cock for a brief moment, a bit too intimidated to fully take Guest’s dick in until the base of it. Feeling a little mischievous, he licks a long stripe, giving special attention to the slit of Guest’s tip.
007n7 would continue to give small little licks to the tip of Guest’s cock, occasionally taking the head in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Occasionally, 007n7 would let his gaze linger to Guest’s expression, and seeing his face and hearing the groans escaping from his throat only urged him to continue. He carried on with the small licks, tongue feeling around the meaty shaft and the sensitive veins for a few minutes.
Feeling the hand remove itself from 007n7’s hair, it now settled on his cheek, gently pushing 007n7 away from Guest’s length and making him look up at the other in confusion. Guest let out an unsteady deep breath, before speaking, “Stop…stop teasing me, will you?”
“A-ah,” 007n7’s eyes widened, realizing he’d done nothing but lick around Guest’s dick for the past few minutes, and Guest, as much of a patient person he was being with 007n7, was starting to feel the threads of sanity start to snip away at him. A flash of guilt painted his features for a brief moment before disappearing, lips kissing the side of Guest’s cock as if 007n7 was apologizing. “I wasn’t trying to…sorry.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mean to rush.” Guest reassured 007n7, who was eyeing his dick cautiously as if it was a weapon of some sort. With some gentle encouragement and soothing words, 007n7 gathered the smallest of courage to open his mouth, sticking his tongue out before enveloping the cockhead back into his mouth, head slowly sinking down on the overly-large dick inch by inch. Then, he feels it touching the back of his throat again.
Guest was about to say something, but in a reckless and sudden motion, 007n7 would thrust his mouth forwards until his lips met at the base of Guest’s dick, taking it all into the warm heat of his mouth and promptly gagging due to his reflex. He could hear Guest let out a particularly loud groan, his hips shifting slightly inside of 007n7’s mouth, trying his best to restrain himself from thrusting his hips forwards.
007n7 could feel tears start to well up in his eyes, sliding off of Guest’s dick and letting out a choked noise before swallowing him whole again. He admits, he can’t take it, he can’t possibly take the entire thing over and over again, he’d probably choke to death but the taste, oh god, the taste, it feels too good, it makes him want to please, to make himself useful, but something in the back of his mind is telling him that he’s too eager, that if he keeps this up he might get addicted—
“F-fuck, 7n7…” Guest whispers shakily, and barely audible yet 007n7 heard every syllable. Each noise Guest was making was fueling his own. Determined to wring out more noises from Guest, 007n7 despite the uncomfortability of his gag reflex, decided to set a moderate rhythm.
Despite his gag reflex yelling at him to stop, 007n7 would continue with his actions, changing only the length taken out but never fully detaching from Guest’s girth. Everytime he took Guest’s dick all the way in, he felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes and Guest’s grip on his hair trembling with his ministrations. He looked up at Guest through teary eyes, glasses messed up around his nose bridge and making his vision somewhat blurry, though 007n7 could still make out Guest’s expression, furrowed brows, teeth clenching down on eachother, groaning in delight the more 007n7 continued.
007n7’s entire body would jolt when he suddenly felt something pressing down on his clothed dick, sending sparks down his spine as he tried his best to remain calm and composed. He doesn’t know what’s pressing down on his erection, but his hips thrusted forwards into it, grinding on the solid object like a damn mutt-
Then, he realizes— those were probably Guest’s shoes, weren’t they? He’s getting off at sucking a man off and getting his own dick stepped on. 007n7 didn’t even know he was into this. In his forties, nonetheless. The tears that threatened to spill over now ran down 007n7’s cheek, gagging and coughing as he choked in a messy mix of spit and tears.
Humiliating. You’re making a fool of yourself.
Those words were the only things running through 007n7’s head, which resulted in more tears being spilled over, bleary eyes not even daring to look Guest in the face.
“Shit,” Guest cursed under his breath, sucking in a breath as his grip on 007n7’s hair tightened. He wanted to tell 007n7 to slow down, to go at his own pace and not force himself to take everything in, but somehow, the sight of 007n7 being so desperate to please and the mess he was making just fueled his arousal even more. “You’re so f-fuckin’ cute-”
Sinful noises echoed throughout the walls of Guest’s bedroom as 007n7 got to work. Each whimper, grunt, and sharp inhale fueled 007n7’s confidence. Sensing that Guest may be close, 007n7 sped up his movements, even using his hand to stroke what wasn’t in his mouth. Using the flat of his tongue to press against the base of Guest’s dick as he sucked him off as he bobbed his head.
“ S-shit–! ” Suddenly– 007n7 felt himself be violently yanked by his hair off Guest’s dick with an audible pop as thick ropes of cum shot on his face, getting on his glasses. After recovering from his initial high, Guest’s face lit up in panic, “M-my apologies!” he tries to wipe his spend from 007n7’s face. Delirious, 007n7 subconsciously licked his lips, unintentionally tasting Guest’s cum. The bouncer stared at him for a moment, an inscrutable expression yet there was undeniably something dark underneath.
007n7 barely registered as he was lifted up from the floor and thrown on the bed, he tried to voice his confusion before lips crashed onto his own, silencing him. 007n7’s wrists were seized by Guest and a knee found itself between his thighs, which 007n7 just noticed that – oh. He came untouched, getting off sucking someone else off and grinding his dick against Guest’s shoes, of all things. Being surprised he was into it was one thing, but the undeniable fact that he came in his pants without even barely touching himself makes his brain whack itself with a hammer, desperately trying to air the embarrassment out of his memory.
But it didn’t seem to matter to Guest as he busied himself on 007n7’s lips, tasting himself – but fuck if it wasn’t hot. The man underneath squirmed in his hold, his hands finding itselves on Guest’s broad shoulders. A particularly loud whimper made Guest snap out of whatever trance he was in. Panic once again overtakes his senses as he recoils like he’d touch an incredibly flaming surface (which he technically did).
“I-i’m sorry 007n7– I don’t know what came over me–” Guest panted, leaning away from 007n7 as he raised an arm to wipe the drool off of his lips.
007n7 breathed softly against him, “I-It’s fine…” he said in between pants, turning his head over to the side, face flushed and shy of Guest’s gaze. “ I… didn’t mind it at all..” he murmured. Guest swore his heart skipped a beat, 007n7 looked so ethereal like this; Out of breath, sweat making his skin glisten in the natural moonlight, the steady rise and fall of his chest. It all looked so perfect.
It wasn't long before a tug on his sleeve caught his attention. 007n7 slowly turned to look up at him, that same hesitation in his features, “I know I just… sucked you off… But w-would it be alright if I-” he swallowed. “If I.. ride you?”
The corners of Guest’s lips curled into a smile, chuckling lightly. 007n7 gulped in a nervous manner, hands pushing Guest away lightly and propping himself up with an arm before wiping the drool from the corners of his lips. He feels as the mattress sank beside him, looking over to see Guest sitting beside him, Guest’s hand lightly tapping his thigh, a silent invitation for 007n7 to sit on his lap.
007n7’s hands trembled slightly, crawling over to Guest before raising his hips to properly sit himself on Guest’s lap, legs wrapping around Guest’s waist. 007n7’s breath hitched, now painfully aware that Guest was, in fact, still pantless. He could feel Guest’s length behind him, twitching against his clothed backside, making him swallow a lump in his throat, mind wandering and sewing together sinful scenarios.
“Lift yourself up a little bit, I can’t get your pants off if you don’t.” Guest said in a gentle command, making 007n7’s shoulders tense up in surprise. Nonetheless, he obeyed, propping himself up to his knees and letting Guest undo his belt with a satisfying click before discarding it somewhere in the room. Then, Guest’s fingers would hook onto the waistband of 007n7’s pants and underwear, pulling them down slowly before exposing 007n7’s neglected and leaking dick into the air. 007n7 shivered, feeling the cold air touch his skin, watching as Guest discarded his bottom wear to the side.
He can’t lie, he only realized just how vulnerable he feels right now. This was 007n7’s first time having sex in a while, he couldn’t even remember the last time he laid in bed with someone in a romantic pretext. Well, at least he thinks it’s romantic due to the fact he did try to hit on Guest, which was more of a success than he thought it’d be.
Guest reaches over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and popping its cap open. 007n7 watched with apprehensive eyes as Guest poured a good amount of the thick liquid over his fingers. Guest’s other hand moves to 007n7’s thigh, letting him fully sit down on his lap again. Then, Guest’s arms would move to wrap themselves around 007n7’s waist, the lubed finger lightly prodding at 007n7’s entrance, making 007n7 shiver at the touch. Guest leaned in, whispering into 007n7’s ear, vacant hand rubbing soothing circles on 007n7’s back, “Ready?” A tentative nod from 007n7 was all Guest needed.
007n7’s breath hitched as Guest’s finger circled around his entrance, before slowly pushing in. He bit down on his lip, sucking in a breath, feeling as Guest’s fingers started to breach him. 007n7 clenched down on the digits, legs starting to shake as his body attempted to accommodate itself to the intruding object. Guest can feel 007n7 shivering on his lap, every tremor when 007n7 tries to ease himself into Guest’s touch, trying his best to sit still. Guest noticed this and in an act of apology, he started peppering 007n7 with kisses down to his jaw, whispering sweet praise into his ears and coaxing 007n7’s body gently to relax.
007n7’s resistance nearly pacifies when he feels Guest’s fingers brush past his prostate with an ease that made 007n7 wonder just how big Guest’s hands are. “You’re still so tight…” Guest commented, voice a tender whisper as his fingers stretched 007n7 open, making him mewl in Guest’s hold. 007n7’s head starts to feel foggy, gut roiling over in hot arousal as Guest showered his sensitive neck in kisses.
Eyes closing shut, 007n7 feels his shoulders relax, body fully melting against Guest’s body, letting himself be absorbed by the sensations of Guest’s fingers. He’s trying his best to suppress the embarrassing sounds coming out from him, only to fail when he feels the fingers press down on his prostate. As if nothing ever happened, Guest would continue to slide his fingers in and out, slippery from the lube, scissoring itself in 007n7, slowly loosening him.
Feeling a familiar sensation in his gut, 007n7 would push his hands against Guest’s chest lightly, leaning himself back and looking directly at Guest with half-lidded eyes. “S…stop,” 007n7 says in a quiet tone, causing Guest to pause, eyes intently fixed on 007n7’s face. “Enough, I’m…I’m ready,”
“Hm?” Guest raised an eyebrow, trying to search for any signs of apprehension in 007n7 but found none. His hand found itself on 007n7’s spine, slowly trailing up his back before nuzzling it into his hair, pulling him in to give one last peck on the lips before settling his hands on 007n7’s thighs. “Are you sure?”
A nod, and 007n7 responds in a croaked whisper, eyes glazed over in hot arousal. “...Yes.”
Wordlessly, 007n7 would lift himself up, looking back slightly to the twitching dick behind him before using his hands to fully line the shaft up with his entrance. He takes a deep breath, eyes closing shut, slowly lowering himself onto Guest’s dick. 007n7 bit down on his lip, hands holding on to Guest’s shoulders, letting out a hushed moan as he continued to push himself down onto Guest’s lap, the lube quickly coating Guest’s dick and producing a lewd squelching sound.
“Take it easy, doll,” Guest whispered reassuringly, noticing as 007n7 struggled trying to take everything in, face scrunching up in a mix of confusion and pain. 007n7 would flinch at the pet name, letting out a small whimper the moment he fully registered it in his brain. The next thing he feels is Guest leaning in to plant kisses along 007n7’s shoulder, hands squeezing against the soft flesh of 007n7’s thigh, slowly and gently urging 007n7 to take more of Guest’s length inside of him. “So perfect, taking me in so well…”
Once fully seated on Guest’s lap, 007n7 let out an exasperated sigh, chest heaving from the way he felt so full. The sensation felt weird, he swears his brain is rattling in his skull, trying to make sense of what he should feel of having something nested so deep inside him. It’s making 007n7 quiver in Guest’s lap like a fallen leaf.
Guest rubbed soothing circles on 007n7’s skin, another hand carding through 007n7’s hair to attempt to quell his tremors, “Breathe, doll, breathe.”
Doing as he was told, 007n7 takes a deep breath, trying his best to not think of the rather unfitting pet name he was being called. He lets himself relax, eyes locking with Guest’s for a brief moment before shying away from Guest’s gaze. Guest would continue his actions, kissing 007n7’s skin, massaging his hair with a hand, and intertwining his fingers with 007n7’s hands. 007n7 couldn’t believe just how patient Guest was, he didn’t know how to feel about being treated lovingly and so gently like this, it almost makes him feel…comforted.
Once fully adjusted to the shaft inside of him, 007n7 would lean back slightly, hands moving to put themselves on Guest’s shoulders as Guest’s own hands move to rest on 007n7’s thighs. He inhales deeply, feeling Guest staring holes into him as he lifted his hips upwards, letting out a small gasp, feeling Guest’s dick drag along his walls before lowering his body again, earning a grunt from Guest.
He feels his stomach dropping, brain fogging over with arousal, letting out a choked moan when he repeats the action. It’s more difficult than he thought, riding on someone’s lap and being speared full over and over. 007n7 whined, feeling Guest’s dick graze against his prostate, thighs trembling, body sucking in every bit of sensation he was feeling. He kept the slow pace of rising and lowering his hips on Guest’s dick, only stopping when he realized Guest was staying silent and looking at him with an unreadable expression.
“Am I…” 007n7 breathed heavily, bleary eyes making contact with Guest. As if he were searching for praise, he asks, voice breathy and desperate, “Am I doing..okay?”
Guest took a moment to compose himself, “Y-yes, you’re doing very well.” restraint evident in his voice. “...Keep going.” He muttered, his fingers unintentionally tightening around 007n7’s hand.
007n7 nodded, feeling a little more confidence (as well as the pure, unadulterated lust coursing through his entire body), began a moderate pace. Thighs shakily moving up and down while he struggled to suppress his moans. 007n7 could feel the stare from Guest, making his face burn from embarrassment.
“Don’t…. Don’t stare at me too much…” 007n7 whispered, mouth slightly agape as he felt sweat bead down his skin. He lifted and sank his hips onto Guest’s, each thrust creating lewd, obscene and sinful noises accompanied along with 007n7’s moans.
007n7 didn’t have the best of stamina, comes with age he supposed, and with how he already came untouched before, his body couldn’t help but become more sensitive, each time he raised his hips and lowered them, he could feel himself being pushed over the edge. The drag of Guest’s shaft throughout his walls makes him keen in hot arousal. Was he drooling? Drooling over something as obscene as this? He couldn’t be.
007n7 was out of breath, he was nearing his release again– just a bit more and– suddenly, his legs gave out on him. He let out a pained whimper– “N-no!” 007n7 gripped Guest’s hands, his knuckles turning white in the process, “I-I’m so close–!” He whined. “Guest– Please–!” 007n7 felt pathetic, tears streaming down his face, the way his thighs trembled as he couldn’t even bring himself to climax. He rested his head over Guest’s shoulder sobbing, trying his damndest to lift his hips but his body won’t coordinate with him, only resulting in pathetic whimpers being whispered into Guest’s ears.
Next thing 007n7 knows, was that his back hit the soft mattress of the bed. His vision blurry through the tears as Guest loomed over him, he couldn’t quite see what expression he wore at this moment, but he could feel Guest’s eyes burning into him. With no warning, Guest would slam into him, letting out a low groan at the feeling of 007n7’s walls enveloping him. 007n7 hears himself keen, his foggy mind only serving to confuse himself as he struggles to comprehend the sensations being handed to him. He attempts to compose himself to take a proper look at Guest’s voice to no avail. A particular thrust leaves his brain short circuiting, air knocked out of his lungs as he choked on his own spit.
“Ahhn, haah–Guest, slow, s-slow down—! ” 007n7 pleads, body limp and pliant as he feels Guest’s hands grip down on waist with a strength that leaves him wondering if it’ll bruise tomorrow. He hopes it’ll bruise. 007n7’s hands would hold on to Guest’s back, fingernails scratching at the muscles, pulling him closer as he was fully encompassed under the broader man, being fucked into without sense with reckless abandon. It would seem as if Guest’s restraints were snapped, fully going by instinct as he repeatedly slammed himself into the slickened walls, the snug fit making him let out a near-guttural groan as he kept his pace.
In return, 007n7 clenched himself around the thick length of the shaft, attempting to move his hips in tandem with Guest’s thrust and failing to do so, unable to do anything but be pliant as Guest adjusted himself to lean his body back, hands shifting to grab on 007n7’s thighs, propping one up to rest on his shoulder. 007n7 could feel something start to build up in his stomach, eyes going wide when he realized what it was, his hoarse voice attempting to call out to Guest.
“I, ffuck, G-Guest! Mmffh, wait, w-wait!” 007n7 says in between breathy moans, “I’m going to— O-Oooh–♡"
Shuddering against Guest’s hold, 007n7 felt all the heat and pressure in his gut release at once, his body twitching and legs trembling once he comes undone, cum dripping onto his stomach as he lets out a particularly loud moan, throwing his head back into the pillows, tongue lolling out.
“ Fuck – you’re doing so– so good for me–” Guest praised, never letting his pace up. Guest spared him no mercy as his pace got even faster and rougher as he chased his own orgasm.
“Sl-slow down–! I- I can’t– I just came–!” 007n7 whimpered in overstimulation, tears streaming down his face as he could do nothing but take all of it.
“J-just a little bit– more–” He cooed in the midst of breathy pants.
By this point, Guest’s neighbours could probably overhear them with how loud they were both being, but the both of them couldn’t bring themselves to care. Guest leaned in, wrapping his arms around 007n7’s body and pulling him close, an arm urging 007n7’s waist to arch his back, melding their bodies together, practically smothering their bodies against each other’s as Guest captured 007n7’s lips in a kiss, catching 007n7 off-guard as his tongue slid past 007n7’s lips. In response, 007n7 would hold onto Guest’s shoulders for dear life, practically stuck under Guest, his tolerance to the overwhelming pleasure being handed to him wavering.
007n7 took far too much glee in the thought of Guest using his body however he pleased, being fucked beyond overstimulation was a thought that made 007n7’s brain melt away in a drunken stupor as his body greedily took everything in, thirst never quenched as he seemed to never get enough. And it seems that Guest couldn’t get enough, either. Sliding his hands over 007n7’s skin, groping parts of his flesh, fingers just unable to not explore every inch of 007n7’s body. 007n7 pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting them as he tilted his head to the side, only for Guest to immediately sink his teeth down on the sensitive neck.
“FFffuhh—ahn, Guh–Gueesttt…!” Poor little 007n7 couldn’t even muster up a proper sentence, he’s become a drooling mess under Guest’s ministrations. He wouldn’t even be surprised if his insides were bruised after this, hell, he probably won’t even be able to walk once he wakes up, and he couldn’t bring himself to care about the aftermath, the only thing his brain is focusing on is the mind-melting pleasure of having his prostate be harshly abused, constantly sending waves of electricity down his nerves. “S-sho good!!”
007n7 couldn’t think, he was slurring over his words. Guest was whispering things to him but he was no longer in a state where words could reach him. Despite everything, he weakly bucked his hips in time with Guest’s thrusts. The warm embrace of 007n7’s hole encompassing Guest’s cock was too addicting, he’d be crazy if he pulled out now. He finds it a tad ridiculous that a person he only knew for a night offered his body so willingly to him, inviting him over to get drinks probably with the intent to just get to know him, only to end up in his bed, driving him mad with just how cute this man was being. In most cases, he would rather politely turn the person down so as to not hurt them, but there was…something about 007n7 he couldn’t resist, he just doesn’t know what. Could it be mere coincidence? No, it couldn’t be.
Maneuvering one hand to remove from 007n7’s waist, Guest would slide his hand over to wrap around 007n7’s leaking dick, only adding to the extreme overstimulation 007n7 was receiving, causing the other to writhe and cry in his hold, 007n7’s sweet voice croaked and begging right into his ears, blabbering on and on about how good it felt. Guest held 007n7’s trembling body, feeling the telltale signs of clenching and throbbing, 007n7’s moans rising in a pitch as Guest continued to stroke at 007n7’s dick at the same time with his deep, sharp, and angled thrusts.
“Ah, shit—” Guest cursed under his breath, eyes locked onto 007n7’s fucked-out face as he kept his brutal pace, eyes admiring the way 007n7 was lost in his own mind under Guest’s hold. He leans his head forwards, mouth resting at the side of 007n7’s neck, just close enough to his ear as he bites down again hard enough to leave a bruise. This causes 007n7 to snap back into reality, body shivering when he hears Guest whisper in his ear, “7n7, l-let me cum inside—please,”
007n7 barely even registered the words in his ears, only letting out a loud whimper once his mind fully comprehended what Guest had just said. He wrapped his arms close around Guest’s body, burying his face into Guest’s shoulders. “Nnnn, y-yes,” 007n7 confirms in a hushed whisper, though it doesn’t go unnoticed by Guest’s ears. “Fff—fuck, fuck me, haahh…♡”
With no further stalling, Guest lets out a guttural groan, burying himself inside, filling 007n7’s hole up to the hilt, pressing himself firmly against 007n7’s body, letting himself fully come undone inside of the warm embrace. 007n7 pulled Guest even closer, having had his orgasm again, face leaning upwards to initiate a kiss to which Guest eagerly reciprocated. Hazily, his mind wonders if 007n7 would like to do this again, but that was another conversation to be had another day.
Guest watches as 007n7 slumped into the bed, detaching their lips and letting the string of saliva that connected them fall, chest heaving as he took in heavy breaths, clearly exhausted from the multiple orgasms he had earlier. In a silent apology, Guest leans in again, kissing 007n7’s neck before moving to his cheek, hands caressing 007n7’s skin in an attempt to comfort him. With a groan, Guest propped himself up by his elbows, eyes intently fixed on 007n7’s face, before opening his mouth to speak, “Doll? Are you doing alright?”
“...nn.” Was all that 007n7 could muster in response.
Before Guest could say another word, 007n7 immediately fell limp, head to the side as his eyes closed. Guest couldn’t help but let out a snort, adjusting himself to pull his softened dick out of 007n7, kissing him on the cheek one last time before reaching out to grab some tissues over on the nightstand.
The soft beeping of an alarm clock slowly roused 007n7 awake.
007n7 groaned, blearily opening his eyes, he was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Before he could try to remember what happened, a sudden pang hit his head. Urgh, how much did he drink last night? He tried to move his hand, and only then he’d realize that he was… not alone. He looked over to his right and– oh . Guest was sleeping soundly next to him. His arms wrapped securely around 007n7’s waist, keeping him in place.
The memories from last night hit him like a truck, embarrassment washed over him as he remembered the stunts he pulled.
“Haha… I think I’ve gone insane.” 007n7 whispered incredulously.
There was an unmistakable aching on his lower half– yep. He wasn’t going to be walking anytime soon, 007n7 silently cursed himself, what the hell was he thinking?! He was extremely grateful he didn’t have any work today.
Guest stirred and 007n7 stilled, “Nhn..” he groaned as tightened his hold on 007n7, burying his face on the crook of his neck.
007n7 makes an attempt to excuse himself and slip out of Guest’s hold, which was apparently a mistake given how his arms just wrapped around 007n7’s waist even harder, preventing him from budging even an inch away from him. 007n7 takes a glance at Guest’s sleeping stature, there was no way he could be breaking out of his arms with how sore he is.
Finding no other reason to make another attempt, 007n7 finds himself being cradled in the arms of another man. He’s going to berate himself for this again one way or another.