While there may be some anonymity beneath the music - thick bass blanketing the sound of an aroused man being finger fucked hard - there's no mistaking what they're doing. The frantic speed at which Hands penetrates the merc lashed down to the plinth is frankly impressive. A testament to his seemingly single-minded desire to steer V to his climax.
If V is in any doubt over whether to allow himself to be sent over the edge, to chase that bloom of pleasure from deep inside him, Hands clears that up for him fast.
"Let yourself go, hm?"
An invitation. Nothing more than a suggestion. But it's clear enough in the way Hands is lavishing attention on him that he certainly wants V to come.
It is perhaps some testament to V's experience how much endurance he has despite never investing in a Midnight Lady. As all but the last of his own restraint melts away things start to go faster and the futile struggles against the ropes and his other bonds cease as he turned into a moaning and whimpering mess.
He'd ultimately held out and denied himself release, until Hands suggested to let himself go. And that was all that it was: a thought that he vocalized, but to the onlookers it may have looked more like a command. V had unconsciously been waiting for permission, really, or to reach the point of failure where he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Mere seconds after the invitation V finally came, his entire body tensing and straining against the ropes as his pleasure rushed through his entire body. Rather than try to grip Hands' fingers, his inner walls trembled and spasmed with the force of his orgasm. He'd let out one final groan at the initial rush of his climax, but otherwise fell into silence as he fell through the crashing wave of the pleasure Hands had allowed him to have.
Working V through his orgasm is par for the course and Hands, satisfied enough just at the young man falling apart around his fingers, only slows to a halt when V settles again. The ropes visibly relax as the merc does, a nice place to tie things off for this particular experience.
There's a gap where he'd usually be slathering on praise. It's unnecessary here, specifically with this man. Though he's not completely without reward, slipping his fingers from V's body as he leans over enough that, in this position, with his hips shifted just a touch closer, he could fuck doggy style were he less dressed.
"I enjoyed that very much, V," he says, his voice low and just for the younger man beneath him, "thank you."
The shift of cool air denotes the point at which he moves back. After a few seconds V might be able to pick up that Hands has, in fact, left entirely, no longer occupying the space behind him or anywhere around him, melting back into his relative anonymity.
As V relaxed, the last of his restraints and barriers - at least in this context - melted away as he grew languid on the plinth and hazy contentment clouded his mind. As Hands leaned over him V could swear he felt the kiss of that expensive suit against this skin, fleeting, calling his attention to the fact that if Hands were any other man he'd feel that cock sliding into him to fill him so deliciously. V knew this was a thought that would burrow itself into his mind and keep him bothered even after he went home and had a chance to sleep the evening off.
He still wasn't quite together enough to respond to the other man's words but surely the entire trail of events that led here spoke for V. When he realized that Hands was gone he felt a sinking disappointment - certainly not the feeling he'd expected - as he realized this was likely never to happen again. This experience was something he couldn't get back at home - sure, they would oblige if he asked, but it wasn't necessarily what his partners wanted - and he was left wanting to experience it again.
It wasn't until he felt fingers curl into his hair that he realized he was now stuck with the circle of vultures that had been watching and wanted to sate their entitlement on what they felt they were now owed after the display Hands put on for them.
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Date: 2023-10-27 08:01 pm (UTC)If V is in any doubt over whether to allow himself to be sent over the edge, to chase that bloom of pleasure from deep inside him, Hands clears that up for him fast.
"Let yourself go, hm?"
An invitation. Nothing more than a suggestion. But it's clear enough in the way Hands is lavishing attention on him that he certainly wants V to come.
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Date: 2023-10-28 03:53 am (UTC)He'd ultimately held out and denied himself release, until Hands suggested to let himself go. And that was all that it was: a thought that he vocalized, but to the onlookers it may have looked more like a command. V had unconsciously been waiting for permission, really, or to reach the point of failure where he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Mere seconds after the invitation V finally came, his entire body tensing and straining against the ropes as his pleasure rushed through his entire body. Rather than try to grip Hands' fingers, his inner walls trembled and spasmed with the force of his orgasm. He'd let out one final groan at the initial rush of his climax, but otherwise fell into silence as he fell through the crashing wave of the pleasure Hands had allowed him to have.
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Date: 2023-10-28 10:12 am (UTC)There's a gap where he'd usually be slathering on praise. It's unnecessary here, specifically with this man. Though he's not completely without reward, slipping his fingers from V's body as he leans over enough that, in this position, with his hips shifted just a touch closer, he could fuck doggy style were he less dressed.
"I enjoyed that very much, V," he says, his voice low and just for the younger man beneath him, "thank you."
The shift of cool air denotes the point at which he moves back. After a few seconds V might be able to pick up that Hands has, in fact, left entirely, no longer occupying the space behind him or anywhere around him, melting back into his relative anonymity.
*slaps a stick on bow on this thread* aaaaand that's a wrap
Date: 2023-10-28 03:15 pm (UTC)He still wasn't quite together enough to respond to the other man's words but surely the entire trail of events that led here spoke for V. When he realized that Hands was gone he felt a sinking disappointment - certainly not the feeling he'd expected - as he realized this was likely never to happen again. This experience was something he couldn't get back at home - sure, they would oblige if he asked, but it wasn't necessarily what his partners wanted - and he was left wanting to experience it again.
It wasn't until he felt fingers curl into his hair that he realized he was now stuck with the circle of vultures that had been watching and wanted to sate their entitlement on what they felt they were now owed after the display Hands put on for them.