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Lars looked at Cliff with excitement and spoke; "Ayee Cliff! Are you going to get something for Dave?"
Cliff rolled his eyes and answered with a sigh, "Yes, Lars, yes. How many more times are you going to ask? I know it's Valentine’s Day, and I know I shouldn't be an unromantic oaf and actually get him something. I think a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates will be enough."
Lars bounced slightly on his toes, "What do you think he got you today? Or maybe he did something instead..?!"
James shouted from the other room, not forgetting to let out a disgusting belch before speaking, "Will we get a video of you guys fucking?"
As Cliff tied his last shoelace, he stood up with his tall frame and hurled James’s stinking shoe—which he had been wearing for years—at him, "Shut the hell up, you bastard.
As James groaned in pain from inside, Lars nudged Cliff supportively, and they both headed toward their own homes.
Cliff was returning from a tiring practice session at the studio. That day, his little lover Dave had returned early because he said he had some things to take care of at home. As soon as Cliff opened the front door with his key, he realized something was off. A heavy scent of perfume lingered in the air, and the atmosphere felt thick. After closing the door behind him with a deliberate thud, he stepped into the living room and froze.
Dave was standing in the middle of the room, clad in a tight-fitting red velvet mini dress. The dress was tiny, barely covering his thighs. He had carefully combed and styled his long orange hair, and black eyeliner made his dark hazel eyes pop even more. The dress complemented Dave's pale skin and the orange curls falling over his shoulders so perfectly that for a moment, Cliff questioned if he was even real. The thin straps of the dress left his shoulders and collarbones completely bare, offering a delicious sight.
When Dave saw Cliff arrive, he tightened his jaw slightly and pouted his full lips. "Finally," he said, his voice carrying that usual commanding yet petulant tone. He sounded sweet but sharp.
He crossed his arms. I’ve turned into a tree waiting for you to see this masterpiece. Anyway, how is it? The dress looks good, doesn't it? The nobility of the color and the perfection of the cut... It’s as if it was made for my body."
Cliff put his things on the kitchen counter, leaned against the kitchen doorframe, and crossed his arms over his chest. He slowly scanned Dave from head to toe. That annoying, slightly mocking smirk appeared on his face. "Dave... What is this?"
Dave’s brows furrowed instantly, and he squared his shoulders; the red hair falling over them surely tickled him. "What do you mean 'what is this'? It’s a dress, as your eyes can clearly see. I wore it specifically for you for Valentine’s Day. Are you seriously going to make fun of your beautiful boyfriend when he dressed up like this for you? Do you have any idea about the quality of this fabric or the brand of this dress?"
Cliff chuckled softly and began walking toward Dave. "I don't know, it looks like you wrapped one of the curtains from my aunt’s living room around yourself. Or... like you stole Santa’s outfit and turned it into a dress. Did you get permission from Santa for that?"
Dave’s face suddenly turned a shade brighter than the red dress. He must have been furious. Or... was it embarrassment? "Curtain? Santa?! What the hell are you talking about, man? You’re such a log! Do you dare insult my sexy red dress while wearing that foul-smelling denim jacket? This dress cost a fortune and in it... I am flawless!"
"I don't know," Cliff said, approaching Dave with heavy steps. He slowly ran his hand over the velvet fabric at Dave’s waist. "Seems a bit tight, huh? Can you even breathe?"
"It’s not tight!" Dave whined, crossing his arms and looking up into Cliff’s eyes. His gaze was angry and his full lower lip was jutting out; those sweet red lips looked like they were begging to be kissed. "It just... hugs my body. Besides, I’m perfectly comfortable, okay? It’s just that your unrefined soul can’t handle this elegance."
Cliff stopped, grabbed Dave by the waist, and pulled him firmly against himself. He leaned down, burying his face in Dave’s exposed neck, and took a deep breath, making Dave shiver while filling his own lungs with Dave's intoxicating scent. "Elegance? Pff, whatever. I can't take it anymore, I’m just teasing, baby. You’re perfect—absolutely perfect. Now, why don’t you show this tired boyfriend of yours what you can do, hmm? Your man really wants something special for this Valentine’s Day; you better not let him down, baby."
Dave was rattled by Cliff’s sudden proximity, but he didn't let go of his signature ego. He would dedicate his entire day to Cliff, obeying his commands submissively. Dave quickly grabbed Cliff’s arm, dragged him into the bedroom, and made him sit on the edge of the bed. He spread Cliff’s legs and stepped right between them, cupping Cliff’s jaw with both hands and pulling him into a deep, fiery kiss. When his full lips touched Cliff’s dry ones, they both shuddered. Cliff grabbed Dave’s waist, pulling his body flush against his own. As Dave let out a soft moan into Cliff’s lips from the sudden sensation, Cliff took the opportunity to slide his tongue into Dave’s mouth, clearly dominating the kiss. It was a reminder to both of them of who was in control.
Dave’s hands roamed over Cliff’s body, sliding downward as he broke the kiss to trail his lips over Cliff’s jaw, Adam’s apple, and finally his collarbones before dropping to his knees. Positioned between Cliff’s legs, Dave looked up, teasingly playing with the button and zipper of Cliff's jeans, causing Cliff to tense up. Cliff spread his legs wider for easier access, staring directly into Dave’s eyes.
Dave unbuttoned the jeans and leaned toward Cliff’s groin. His warm breath hitting the area sent shivers through Cliff and made his jaw tighten. Cliff spoke under his breath, "Fuck, stop teasing, Dave. I seriously can't take it anymore; I need to feel those lips on me."
Dave smirked wickedly at this reaction and unzipped the fly using his teeth. Fuck, he was really trying to drive Cliff crazy! "Calm down, sir. I’m going to pleasue you in the best way possible."
With a swift motion, Dave pulled the pants down. Usually, he’d pull the pants and boxers off at the same time, but today he was determined to make Cliff lose his mind. There was a visible pre-cum leak on the grey boxers, and it was obvious he was rock hard. Dave traced circles over the fabric before slowly removing the boxers, revealing Cliff’s rigid member. It was large and thick, with pre-cum already at the tip. Dave grinned excitedly and bit his lower lip. He ran his finger over the tip, squeezing it to draw out more fluid. He spread the pre-cum with his finger, making the entire head glisten, which elicited a low growl from Cliff.
"Fuck, Dave. Suck it."
After pumping Cliff a few times with his hand, Dave swiped the tip of his tongue over the tip's slit and then took the entire head into his mouth, licking it. His full lips circled the shaft as he began to suck slowly. His tongue swirled around the tip while he moved his head back and forth. As he took him in, he looked up into Cliff’s eyes.
Cliff gathered Dave’s long orange hair in his hand, gripping it tightly. As if Dave’s rhythm wasn't enough, Cliff began to guide Dave’s head into his own firm pace, taking the tempo to the next level. Cliff was starting to lose control. Dave was giving him the best blowjob ever. Every movement of Dave’s tongue was driving him wild, his hips involuntarily lifting. With every thrust, Dave’s breath hitched, his movements becoming faster and faster.
Cliff’s hips jerked uncontrollably as Dave’s orange hair was messy between his fingers. As Dave tried to keep up with the sudden acceleration, his breaths turned into ragged gasps. Cliff didn't resist the massive pressure any longer, surrendering completely to his desires and adding his own force to Dave’s rhythm. The tension in his groin rushed down to his balls; he let out a low moan, throwing his head back in a mix of pleasure and ache. His member throbbed in Dave’s mouth, signaling the end was near.
"Fuck, Dave, I’m gonna cum. Take it all in your throat and swallow every fucking drop."
At Cliff’s raspy command, Dave fixed his eyes on Cliff’s blurred gaze and, without hesitation, took him all the way to the back of his throat. In that moment, Cliff’s body shook with uncontrollable intensity; the dense tension in his groin gave way to a warm, unstoppable flow.
Cliff gripped Dave’s hair even tighter, burying himself deep within him. The muffled moan that escaped his throat pierced the heavy air of the room as he felt every drop being hungrily swallowed by Dave. As the numbing bliss of the climax spread through his body, all he could hear was Dave moaning softly against him. After Dave swallowed everything and pulled back, taking deep breaths, Cliff let himself fall back onto the bed. Feeling Dave's light weight settle over him, he surrendered to the arms of sleep.
end.
Normally, I had it in mind to write Cliff actually fucking Dave, but I got lazy, so this is enough for now. Better chapters will be coming anyway, don't worry! 🙂↕️🙂↕️ Actually, this was supposed to be a Valentine’s Day special; I’m so sorry for posting it a day late! 😭😭 ANYWAYS BYEYEYEYEEEEEEE