The fabric is buttery smooth in such a way that Hands continues to derive pleasure from, no matter how long he's been dressing in suits just like this. He watches V relish in the feel just as much and has no comment - or even a particular expression - to betray his thoughts on the matter.
That changes when his cock is so aptly sprung from its confines. He's completely organic, imperfect in the way his cock curves just a little to the left. He's certainly enough to provide the kind of pleasure he'd like without it being so big he can't fully penetrate his partner until he's completely sheathed.
His mind empties briefly as V's tongue tours his curved cock, optics fixed in a way that betrays the merc has his full attention. A chrome hand reaches out and cards into the younger man's short hair, not gripping yet but the suggestion is there.
It's honestly a nice surprise, to hold and explore something organic. The Mr. Studd models out there could be fun if their owner had something in mind outside of bigger is better, but it's somehow fitting that Mr. Hands kept things natural. In truth, V was basking in his enjoyment of this newly discovered fact to care to notice the way how the fixer's eyes were locked on him. He continued exploring the cock as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered.
He felt the hand at the top of his head - fingers pushing through his surprisingly plush, thick hair - and that made V hesitate right at Hands' tip as he was about to tease the older man. From the way V slightly tilted his head with the motion of the hand much like how a cat may bunt a hand for pets it was obvious that V liked this in particular. The interruption didn't last but the blink of an eye; a rare moment indeed: completely automatic and unfiltered, the type of thing V normally suppressed.
V's lips wrapped around the dick, his tongue running over the slit before he started to slowly tease more into his mouth, navigating the curve with ease that came from experience. Here he stole a glance up at Hands: an action that was more about simply wanting to see the way Hands seemed to tower over him while he was here on his knees before him.
Even now it vaguely occurs to Hands that there's something deliciously lewd about his cock having been plucked out of the fly in these exceedingly expensive slacks. That V is between his legs and sliding his hard dick confidently over the flat of his tongue. Quite the sight, one that he rewards the younger man for, especially as he looks up.
He catches those Kiroshis with his own, fingers in that thick hair scrunch enough to tug lightly. He's adjusted his grip purely because he recognizes that V may very well be skilful enough to deepthroat him, and if he does Hands wants to keep him there long enough to really commit that moment to memory.
His expression otherwise is the same, beaming down onto V like a proud mentor or guardian. Impressed with the performance so far and with high hopes for the rest of the hour.
It made sense that when V looked up he found Hands looking down. The man was always attentive in a way that would probably make most uncomfortable, and it was a question of if the man had optics that recorded everything to a chip for later. The thought of Hands scrolling this later to masturbate after he was alone made V just about squirm at his feet, even if it perhaps wasn't the most realistic thought.
The tug at his hair, the way that Hands beamed down at him: praise wasn't something he much cared for, but gaining the fixer's approval still was something that Mr. Hands had made V want. There was something about Hands that made him hope to see that expression of approval, especially kneeling as his feet like this. All signs suggested he was doing well so far.
With the encouragement from the fingers gripped in his hair, V picked up the pace. His hand worked the base of his cock while his mouth paid attention to the head and the top. Whether Hands encouraged it or not through his grip on V's hair, he worked more of the fixer into his mouth and then throat until almost all of Mr. Hands was repeatedly plunged into V's pretty little mouth.
V made it a point not to take all of him, though he certainly could. The fixer should know at this point that V would gladly do what he wanted. Gripping his hair and pulling him down the rest of the way, or even throatfucking him (that idea made his toes curl in his worn sneakers) - Mr. Hands only had to take it for himself.
If V hadn't been sure already that Hands is a masterclass in self-control, the fact he's able to form any words at all with his cock this deep in the merc's throat is evidence enough. His tone is mostly even, approvingly so, though the fingers in V's hair tighten every time he's got most of the cock down his throat.
Hands is very good at being calm on the exterior but the thrill of this, both physically and psychologically, is delightful.
"I know you like to go above and beyond," he says with a benevolent smile, one that doesn't indicate he's planning on doing anything too aggressive.
"I know you can take it all," he adds and, for him, the most arousing thing of all is the idea that V will push it farther himself.
V already held Hands in incredibly high regard - the man had self-control that rivaled that of himself, but this certainly brought an entirely new level of respect. The fact that he could still talk as calmly as he could with his dick getting well acquainted with V's vocal chords was truly impressive. The only indication that Hands was even enjoying himself was the way his fingers kept curling in his hair, encouraging him to keep taking his fixer almost all the way (some vain hope that Hands would grow impatient and pull him the rest of the way still lingered).
V's movement slowed as Hands addressed him, pulling back just enough to be able to look up and meet his gaze. The smile that Hands gave him was such a foreign expression to him but god damn if he didn't want to see that more. More than just the kindness behind it, there was approval, and encouragement. V had hoped that Hands would get rough with him but he hardly wanted to be a disappointment.
There was nothing he could say in response given his position, but he did resume, still not quite going all the way. He, admittedly, was trying to delay long enough for Hands to actually grow impatient and drag him by his hair the rest of the way, but given the fact that Hands was keeping it so put together before... He wasn't going to suddenly change.
Perhaps just as Hands was starting to let disappointment creep in, V went the rest of the way until his face was pressed into the expensive Avante fabric after all, hesitating momentarily in this position.
As V's face comes to rest against expensive fabric, Hands' fingers tighten. He holds the young man there in the frame of his metal digits, forcing him to really experience the feeling of the thick cock plugging up his throat.
"Very good, V," he murmurs, optics fixed on what he can see of the merc's lips wrapped explicitly around the base of his dick. The pressure, warmth and wetness around his cock are exquisite, something he's been looking forward to ever since V dropped to his knees.
If V gags, he'll keep hold of him for another second or two before he loosens that hold again, expecting V to continue with his rhythmic bobbing.
Feeling the metal fingers curl tightly in his hair and hold him in place felt so good, so good. His body kept trying to swallow and clear the obstruction that was there, contracting and struggling around Hands' dick. Much as it was impressive how Hands could keep his composure, it is perhaps impressive just how long V manages to hold himself without gagging - long enough, maybe, to start to convince Hands that he didn't have a gag reflex.
Until he did, of course, and his body tried to revolt. The muscles in his shoulders pulling back and showing under the shirt that clung to him as his throat faltered around the dick. It starts small, and V manages to wrestle back control for a moment, then it happened again, stronger, and again. He enjoyed this, he enjoyed the choking, and he particularly loved the feeling even if his body was fighting it. And Hands, ever so observant, let go at such an appropriate time so that V could back off a bit and get put back together again.
He did resume his work, so silently assigned. He had a renewed eagerness, the pads of his fingers lightly gripping the fixer to give him some leverage as he worked Mr. Hands so diligently. He was thorough, too, ensuring to take all of him as much as he could, especially if Hands willed it with a little encouragement from the fingers in his hair. He really wanted to get Hands off, to get his payment with Hands' fingers curled tight in his hair as he softly groaned in pleasure, to feel that cock twitching all the way down his throat as he choked on cock and cum.
Slowly he allows the grip on his arousal to loosen, not quite a surrender but certainly charmed by V's talented mouth. He'd wondered if the younger man had a gag reflex still but then his body jerks and Hands feels pleased. Inspired, even.
The telltale salty tang of his precum should give V a hint as to how successful his ministrations are. A precursor to the inevitable. V draws the arousal out of him with every bob of his head, every scrap of warm, tight pressure from the confines of his throat. Simply put, Hands allows himself to be dragged right up to the edge before he issues a surprisingly husky warning.
"Planning to swallow, V?"
There's enough time for the younger man to pull away, if that's what he wishes. Hands isn't going to force him to take it. That's less fun than V voluntarily offering his gullet as a cumdump.
V'd already been enjoying this exercise, loving every moment of pleasuring Hands and feeling his approval in the grip nestled in his hair. He was glad to be on his knees for Hands and to be able to pay him back for the last time they'd met. Hands was so incredibly hard to read, especially as focused as he was on the task at hand. The taste of his precum was an all new reward in and of itself, and it invigorated V.
He started to move in faster, smaller movements, keeping Hands deeper. Hearing Hands' voice and finally being able to gauge how affected the fixer actually was. It made him wish Hands was between his legs - at this point he didn't care if Hands would be fucking him or if he'd be riding Hands.
As for the question, V's grip on the other man tightening a little in acknowledgement to the question, a silent "yes" coupled with V again taking all of Hands' great length down his throat with eager anticipation.
He ought to have expected the renewed vigor, especially because he knows precisely how hard he is to read. He's spent many years practising to make it into the art form that it is, and he's usually very successful.
But the precum isn't something he's able to control and lock down to the nth degree. It's his body doing what it always does when his climax is practically within reach.
Irrespective of that, V makes his choice. Hands feels the pressure increase just enough to be purposeful. It's that agreement that tips him over the edge. The knowledge that V is ready and willing to swallow down the contents of his balls.
A hand scrunches against V's short hair, eventually splays out across the back of his skull to push him hard onto his cock. Thick ropes spurt from the tip of his cock as he - almost involuntarily - thrusts it as deep into the younger man's throat as he can.
He doesn't moan but he does hold his breath which then eventually rushes out, an unsteady exhale that quivers somewhere in the middle. With his eyelids fluttering shut, his jaw tilts back as he loses himself for this moment - and only this moment - to deep pleasure.
Feeling the fingers curl in his hair again is almost a reward in itself. There's a moment - a skip of a beat - where V almost worried that Hands wasn't going to press his cock down his throat as far as he could. His fears evaporated when he felt the hand at the back of his head and the inevitable pull forward at the same time as the cock forced itself down his throat, and then some more.
V had no choice but to swallow, given Hands' dick was firmly planted down his throat, but that was part of what he enjoyed. He enjoyed feeling each additional small push from Hands, the way he could feel every single throb of the cock in his mouth in his mouth, down his throat. V's own eyes were closed as his face was shoved into those nice suit pants, as Hands held him in place. He wasn't about to interrupt whatever bliss that Hands had in this moment.
If Hands took too long to savor the moment then V might start to gag again, shifting and trying so hard to suppress the reflex only to eventually fail. Regardless, when Hands finally released him, he would pull back and, while looking up at Hands, take a moment to lick the head of his cock clean so that not a drop of his precious seed was wasted. If he were honest, he didn't want to get up from his spot between Hands' legs, he wanted Hands to keep a hand on him - the back of his head, the top of, holding under his jaw.
"Hope that was okay," he said cooly, as if there was some doubt to his performance. It was the first time that V had signaled to Hands he was looking for some type of praise, which he was sure Hands would not miss.
Without a frame of reference, Hands doesn't expect V to understand just how much of a good job he's done. His skin is still tingling as his damp cock slips loose from the man's mouth, the finishing mopping up of anything residual almost making him shudder until he clamps down on it hard. He takes over easily, tucking his saliva-cleaned cock away into his pants again and zipping himself up.
Truthfully, as much as the Avante suit breathes, V has gotten him a little hot under the collar. A slight discomfort he'll be sure to ride out until he cools down soon enough.
He leans forward slightly, fingers framing V's jaw as he tilts his head up. It's not so much aggressive as a man observing a prize dog again and deciding it's best in show.
"As with everything you do for me, V, that was more than 'okay'. That was splendid."
There's an almost disappointment when Hands didn't particularly respond when V finished cleaning him up. It had absolutely been a subtle attempt to try to get a response out of Hands - one that he could see, at least - and when it didn't work there was slight frustration. More prominently, though, it made V want to try again, to see this man still over him lose his cool in a moment of pleasure-induced weakness.
Until then, V had to settle with the feeling of fingertips at his jaw, tilting his head up to look at the older man. A barely audible sound of pleasure came from deep in his throat - easier for Hands to feel through his fingertips than hear, likely - at the gesture. The complement is rewarded with the slightest of pleased smiles: incredibly subtle, perceptible only to someone who pays attention to detail. V gently, slightly, leaned into Hands' touch.
"Glad you approve of my performance." There were a few moments when V let this moment stretch on, enjoying sitting at the feet of this other man, but he eventually shifted and pulled away. He stood and took a moment to adjust his clothes, run a hand through his hair to ruffle out any lasting impression from Hands. As he pulled his jacket on, he spoke again, already shifted back into his usual persona.
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Date: 2023-10-31 10:35 pm (UTC)That changes when his cock is so aptly sprung from its confines. He's completely organic, imperfect in the way his cock curves just a little to the left. He's certainly enough to provide the kind of pleasure he'd like without it being so big he can't fully penetrate his partner until he's completely sheathed.
His mind empties briefly as V's tongue tours his curved cock, optics fixed in a way that betrays the merc has his full attention. A chrome hand reaches out and cards into the younger man's short hair, not gripping yet but the suggestion is there.
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Date: 2023-11-01 02:46 am (UTC)He felt the hand at the top of his head - fingers pushing through his surprisingly plush, thick hair - and that made V hesitate right at Hands' tip as he was about to tease the older man. From the way V slightly tilted his head with the motion of the hand much like how a cat may bunt a hand for pets it was obvious that V liked this in particular. The interruption didn't last but the blink of an eye; a rare moment indeed: completely automatic and unfiltered, the type of thing V normally suppressed.
V's lips wrapped around the dick, his tongue running over the slit before he started to slowly tease more into his mouth, navigating the curve with ease that came from experience. Here he stole a glance up at Hands: an action that was more about simply wanting to see the way Hands seemed to tower over him while he was here on his knees before him.
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Date: 2023-11-01 07:00 pm (UTC)He catches those Kiroshis with his own, fingers in that thick hair scrunch enough to tug lightly. He's adjusted his grip purely because he recognizes that V may very well be skilful enough to deepthroat him, and if he does Hands wants to keep him there long enough to really commit that moment to memory.
His expression otherwise is the same, beaming down onto V like a proud mentor or guardian. Impressed with the performance so far and with high hopes for the rest of the hour.
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Date: 2023-11-02 03:49 am (UTC)The tug at his hair, the way that Hands beamed down at him: praise wasn't something he much cared for, but gaining the fixer's approval still was something that Mr. Hands had made V want. There was something about Hands that made him hope to see that expression of approval, especially kneeling as his feet like this. All signs suggested he was doing well so far.
With the encouragement from the fingers gripped in his hair, V picked up the pace. His hand worked the base of his cock while his mouth paid attention to the head and the top. Whether Hands encouraged it or not through his grip on V's hair, he worked more of the fixer into his mouth and then throat until almost all of Mr. Hands was repeatedly plunged into V's pretty little mouth.
V made it a point not to take all of him, though he certainly could. The fixer should know at this point that V would gladly do what he wanted. Gripping his hair and pulling him down the rest of the way, or even throatfucking him (that idea made his toes curl in his worn sneakers) - Mr. Hands only had to take it for himself.
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Date: 2023-11-03 05:38 pm (UTC)If V hadn't been sure already that Hands is a masterclass in self-control, the fact he's able to form any words at all with his cock this deep in the merc's throat is evidence enough. His tone is mostly even, approvingly so, though the fingers in V's hair tighten every time he's got most of the cock down his throat.
Hands is very good at being calm on the exterior but the thrill of this, both physically and psychologically, is delightful.
"I know you like to go above and beyond," he says with a benevolent smile, one that doesn't indicate he's planning on doing anything too aggressive.
"I know you can take it all," he adds and, for him, the most arousing thing of all is the idea that V will push it farther himself.
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Date: 2023-11-04 05:31 am (UTC)V's movement slowed as Hands addressed him, pulling back just enough to be able to look up and meet his gaze. The smile that Hands gave him was such a foreign expression to him but god damn if he didn't want to see that more. More than just the kindness behind it, there was approval, and encouragement. V had hoped that Hands would get rough with him but he hardly wanted to be a disappointment.
There was nothing he could say in response given his position, but he did resume, still not quite going all the way. He, admittedly, was trying to delay long enough for Hands to actually grow impatient and drag him by his hair the rest of the way, but given the fact that Hands was keeping it so put together before... He wasn't going to suddenly change.
Perhaps just as Hands was starting to let disappointment creep in, V went the rest of the way until his face was pressed into the expensive Avante fabric after all, hesitating momentarily in this position.
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Date: 2023-11-04 02:31 pm (UTC)"Very good, V," he murmurs, optics fixed on what he can see of the merc's lips wrapped explicitly around the base of his dick. The pressure, warmth and wetness around his cock are exquisite, something he's been looking forward to ever since V dropped to his knees.
If V gags, he'll keep hold of him for another second or two before he loosens that hold again, expecting V to continue with his rhythmic bobbing.
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Date: 2023-11-05 07:02 am (UTC)Until he did, of course, and his body tried to revolt. The muscles in his shoulders pulling back and showing under the shirt that clung to him as his throat faltered around the dick. It starts small, and V manages to wrestle back control for a moment, then it happened again, stronger, and again. He enjoyed this, he enjoyed the choking, and he particularly loved the feeling even if his body was fighting it. And Hands, ever so observant, let go at such an appropriate time so that V could back off a bit and get put back together again.
He did resume his work, so silently assigned. He had a renewed eagerness, the pads of his fingers lightly gripping the fixer to give him some leverage as he worked Mr. Hands so diligently. He was thorough, too, ensuring to take all of him as much as he could, especially if Hands willed it with a little encouragement from the fingers in his hair. He really wanted to get Hands off, to get his payment with Hands' fingers curled tight in his hair as he softly groaned in pleasure, to feel that cock twitching all the way down his throat as he choked on cock and cum.
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Date: 2023-11-05 03:55 pm (UTC)The telltale salty tang of his precum should give V a hint as to how successful his ministrations are. A precursor to the inevitable. V draws the arousal out of him with every bob of his head, every scrap of warm, tight pressure from the confines of his throat. Simply put, Hands allows himself to be dragged right up to the edge before he issues a surprisingly husky warning.
"Planning to swallow, V?"
There's enough time for the younger man to pull away, if that's what he wishes. Hands isn't going to force him to take it. That's less fun than V voluntarily offering his gullet as a cumdump.
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Date: 2023-11-05 11:22 pm (UTC)He started to move in faster, smaller movements, keeping Hands deeper. Hearing Hands' voice and finally being able to gauge how affected the fixer actually was. It made him wish Hands was between his legs - at this point he didn't care if Hands would be fucking him or if he'd be riding Hands.
As for the question, V's grip on the other man tightening a little in acknowledgement to the question, a silent "yes" coupled with V again taking all of Hands' great length down his throat with eager anticipation.
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Date: 2023-11-06 09:05 pm (UTC)But the precum isn't something he's able to control and lock down to the nth degree. It's his body doing what it always does when his climax is practically within reach.
Irrespective of that, V makes his choice. Hands feels the pressure increase just enough to be purposeful. It's that agreement that tips him over the edge. The knowledge that V is ready and willing to swallow down the contents of his balls.
A hand scrunches against V's short hair, eventually splays out across the back of his skull to push him hard onto his cock. Thick ropes spurt from the tip of his cock as he - almost involuntarily - thrusts it as deep into the younger man's throat as he can.
He doesn't moan but he does hold his breath which then eventually rushes out, an unsteady exhale that quivers somewhere in the middle. With his eyelids fluttering shut, his jaw tilts back as he loses himself for this moment - and only this moment - to deep pleasure.
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Date: 2023-11-07 01:04 am (UTC)V had no choice but to swallow, given Hands' dick was firmly planted down his throat, but that was part of what he enjoyed. He enjoyed feeling each additional small push from Hands, the way he could feel every single throb of the cock in his mouth in his mouth, down his throat. V's own eyes were closed as his face was shoved into those nice suit pants, as Hands held him in place. He wasn't about to interrupt whatever bliss that Hands had in this moment.
If Hands took too long to savor the moment then V might start to gag again, shifting and trying so hard to suppress the reflex only to eventually fail. Regardless, when Hands finally released him, he would pull back and, while looking up at Hands, take a moment to lick the head of his cock clean so that not a drop of his precious seed was wasted. If he were honest, he didn't want to get up from his spot between Hands' legs, he wanted Hands to keep a hand on him - the back of his head, the top of, holding under his jaw.
"Hope that was okay," he said cooly, as if there was some doubt to his performance. It was the first time that V had signaled to Hands he was looking for some type of praise, which he was sure Hands would not miss.
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Date: 2023-11-07 08:31 am (UTC)Truthfully, as much as the Avante suit breathes, V has gotten him a little hot under the collar. A slight discomfort he'll be sure to ride out until he cools down soon enough.
He leans forward slightly, fingers framing V's jaw as he tilts his head up. It's not so much aggressive as a man observing a prize dog again and deciding it's best in show.
"As with everything you do for me, V, that was more than 'okay'. That was splendid."
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Date: 2023-11-08 07:48 pm (UTC)Until then, V had to settle with the feeling of fingertips at his jaw, tilting his head up to look at the older man. A barely audible sound of pleasure came from deep in his throat - easier for Hands to feel through his fingertips than hear, likely - at the gesture. The complement is rewarded with the slightest of pleased smiles: incredibly subtle, perceptible only to someone who pays attention to detail. V gently, slightly, leaned into Hands' touch.
"Glad you approve of my performance." There were a few moments when V let this moment stretch on, enjoying sitting at the feet of this other man, but he eventually shifted and pulled away. He stood and took a moment to adjust his clothes, run a hand through his hair to ruffle out any lasting impression from Hands. As he pulled his jacket on, he spoke again, already shifted back into his usual persona.
"I'll call you when I got deets."