"V, I'll speak plainly," comes the response, Hands' optics observing the young man with an intensity that he should be used to by now. At the edge of it there's desire and he's pointedly not hiding it.
"I'd like us to celebrate our successful partnership. It's not often that I, being otherwise engaged usually, allow time to simply reap the rewards of good business. That's what I'd like for us this evening."
He sits forward at this too and starts to carefully prepare two lines of coke. His movements are well-practised, hands precise as he looks down at what he's doing.
"And I very much would like to indulge in more than just these little gifts here in front of us."
Satisfied with the lines he's scraped into place - one for each of them - he offers a neatly rolled up business card. It seems he's determined to be the delivery method for all gifts he's offering.
"What do you say? Would you like to feel me inch my hard cock slowly into that exquisite pussy of yours? How about feeling me unload deep inside you? Would you like that, Vincent?"
Hands was usually rather forward with what he wanted - when it came to jobs, anyway - despite how the two of them always seemed to be playing some grand game of chess. He'd noticed the desire in the intensity of Hands' gaze, and he'd come to expect that this was going to end in at least him blowing Hands again. If Hands had stopped at the implication of sex, that would have been what V expected: leaving just enough room for V to understand what he was saying, without plainly saying it.
It's the line of questions that act as a flashbang. V's brows lift a little in surprise, his lips part slightly from a habit of having a quick response, though one didn't come. He hesitated to take the business card. It's only a moment of hesitation, a moment enough for Hands to see that he'd thrown V off balance before he takes the rolled-up card from Hands. He didn't lean forward to take his line quite yet, instead meeting Hands' gaze with a clear and intense want.
"I been wanting to feel every single inch'f you buried between my legs'n for you to fill me with your cum since that night at the club." Every single word was firm, not just something said to stroke ego. V really had thought about Hands fucking him probably more than he would want to admit to the man, he'd even masturbated to the thought after Hands had so graciously let V choke on his cock.
He leaned forward and did his line, leaning back and offering the rolled card to Hands while mumbling, "fuck, that's good," under his breath. It was clear that Hands wanted to be the one to run this show, and V was more than happy to let him. If the man wanted to spoil and pamper and use him then V was more than happy to oblige.
Had V decided not to take him up on his offer, Hands would have been disappointed... but privately so. For him, the real thrill is somebody else taking themselves apart for him with their full consent and buy in. And so V's agreement provokes a broad smile, gold teeth glinting in his mouth.
"Excellent," he says, pausing only to lean forward and snort his own line. Brushing at his nose briefly, he leans back again and regards V.
"I'd like to taste you," he decides and starts to get up, and the already growing bulge in his smart suit slacks betray how into the idea he is. He offers out his hand to the younger man, as though to help him up to his feet and lead him presumably to the bed.
As Hands does his own line, V shrugged out of his jacket in part to skip one step of the undressing process, in part to save it from the debauchery about to ensue. His attention turned to the older man while he was being regarded. He enjoyed the way Hands looked at him, the clear want the man had for him. The expression Hands had made arousal curl deep between his legs where he wanted Hands most.
"Your wish is my command," he said lightly as he took the offered hand and stood, letting Hands guide him to the bed. Before he got on the bed, he let go of Hands to start to undress: skilled fingers unbuckling his belt, undoing the button of his jeans, then unzipping them. This was all if Hands let him, of course. If Hands wanted to undress him the V would absolutely let him, doing whatever Hands wanted at his direction.
Regardless of how he got there, he ended up with his legs spread for Hands. It was clear he was eager and willing from how he was already starting to grow wet. He was nowhere near as wet as he had been at the kink club, but he wasn't some toy for the public to use, either. He was here just for Mr. Hands and only for his pleasure, without an audience of fools.
V paints quite the picture on the bed, long legs spread, so wet and willing. Unlike last time, Hands doesn't try to shutter the heat pooling in his gaze and similarly in his loins. His focus is like a laser as it tours the younger man's body, his own suit shed with a level of control and neatness befitting everything he does.
And so his suit, shirt, tie, boxers and socks end up in an orderly stacked pile on the ottoman situated at the bottom of the bed. There he stands, cock hard and jutting out in its eagerness. There's no denying V turns him on.
"If you'd be so kind as to shuffle yourself up the bed," he asks, the levelness of his voice totally mismatched with the pitch and rigidity of his swollen cock. He's surprisingly graceful as he climbs on the bed as V shifts upward, elbows dipping into the mattress beneath them under the backs of V's knees. A chrome finger reaches down to trace the inside of the merc's thighs, almost reaching his labia before shifting away again.
"Mm, quite the sight," he murmurs as he leans in, his beard tickling at V's pussy before his lips actually make it there, mouth closing around the hardness of his clit and sucking slowly.
As much as Vincent might paint a picture, to see Hands in his glory was to gaze upon the Roman stone masters. V pulled his shirt off and missed the meticulous way the man untied his tie, and slid out of his suit jacket; V could sit back and appreciate watching the man's fingers work at the buttons of his shirt and the figure beneath. His appreciation was plain on his face as Hands finally freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, eagerness growing apparent.
He backed up on the bed at Mr. Hands' request. He leaned into and shivered at every touch from Hands. In their prior meetings, Hands had to work at loosening V's restraint like a man trying to pry a guarded secret away, but today V had already let go of most of it. He had chosen to let himself enjoy this with a level of trust that he didn't give many. So he shivered and squirmed a little under the single finger inside his thigh, the whiskers made V bite his lip to hold back a soft whine.
"You don't know half of it," V managed to murmur in response before he tensed and then shuddered at Hands' attention. His head tilted back in pleasure at first, but it wasn't long before he looked down at Hands to watch him as his fingers laced into the older man's hair. Careful at first, so as to not make too much of a mess of his hair, but steadily growing less careful as Hands continued. As much as the tension in his fingers suggested he wanted to, V never gripped the hair of the other man, opting to grip the sheets with his other hand instead.
Drawing chrome fingers down the other man's slit, Hands' tongue laps at the head of V's clit, savoring the taste and enjoying any sounds loosened from the younger man. That finger tip teases lightly at the already wet opening, circling the entrance he's certainly been thinking about stretching out around his cock.
He doesn't often allow himself to indulge quite like this, the idea of mixing business and pleasure not something he likes. For him, V should only be part of his business world and nothing more. And yet he wouldn't be able to explain away this particular rendezvous, even though he'd tried earlier.
The truth of the matter is he's been thinking about V's pussy ever since seeing how much pleasure it provided the merc in the kink club. His cock aches in need as he enjoys sucking and licking at the most sensitive spot between V's legs. Only his experience and self-control is what currently stands between the tip of his cock and the other man's cunt.
The first light tease that Hands drags over V causes him to emit a soft whine: he wanted so badly for Hands to be in him. While his obvious preference was to have Hands fill his pussy with his cock, but V was very quickly reaching a point where he would hardly have a preference if it were cock, fingers, or tongue. Much like at the club, his muscles kept contracting and relaxing in desperation to be filled, and in promise to absolutely milk him dry.
V's head fell back as he started to lightly grip at the older man's hair as his pleasure continued to build, gently pulling him into his cunt in a clear plea for more. His pussy was starting to drip with his pleasure and longing, threatening to soil the expensive bedding beneath him. As much as he wanted to write this off as work - another job that Hands hired him for, he knew that that's not what this was. He wasn't getting paid for this, and he could have left, but he hadn't wanted to. Maybe it was the drugs kicking in, but he was enjoying himself, and this was very different than what he had with Kerry. Of course, to even think of him in the same breadth of Kerry certainly implied numerous things that V largely didn't want to consider.
"Please, Hands," he started to beg. He meant to finish what he was asking for - to be fucked - but his words dissolved into a moan and failed him as Hands continued to pay such careful attention to his clit.
Chrome fingerpad still teasing over the soaked folds of V's pussy, Hands seems to reconsider his next move. He'd been thinking about pressing a cool digit into the tight channel under the clit he's sucking, but then he also wants to give V the full experience of being stretched out around his cock.
He lifts his mouth barely an inch off where it's latched onto V between his legs and gazes upward.
"Please what, V?"
His voice is low, level but deep with his arousal. The invitation is a clear one. If V can fill in the rest of the sentence, Hands will contemplate fulfilling that request.
Hands' breath brushing over his hard, erect clit still made V squirm as he let go of the man's hair so that he could pull away unimpeded. Each light breath on his overly sensitive clit, over his folds, made him want more. It took him a second to get his bearings and find his voice again.
"Fuck me," he managed in a weak whine. V picked his head back up to look at Hands and meet those intense, cerulean optics. His cheeks were a little flushed, matching how warm the rest of his body had become in his lust, his eyes lidded as he looked down at the older man between his legs. "Please fuck me," he pleaded, "and fill me with your cum."
V wondered if Hands would make him beg more for it. He didn't want to admit it, but he liked having to beg the older man to fuck him. He'd begged for it before in the past, sure, but he'd never truly cared on the outcome until now. There weren't many people that he was willing to surrender such control to. The way that Hands stopped entirely to ask V to finish his request, and the fact that V knew that if his request wasn't enough Hands could simply stop and just barely touch him to keep him wanting was so hot he just about ached with longing. All he could do was hope that it was enough for Hands.
Perhaps it's the novelty of hearing this particular man beg, or maybe it's just a clear indicator of how attractive Hands finds V, but he moves when he's asked. Such pretty begging, now that he knows V is capable of it, will be needed again soon enough, but the intense desire he has to follow through with this request is so primal in nature he doesn't try to fight it.
It's how V will find himself pressed into the bed beneath them as Hands moves, his body thick in the right places to really hold him down with his weight. Chrome hands pluck up deadly arms and pin them to the pillows above.
Simultaneously Hands crushes his mouth against the younger man's as he dips down, the taste of such a wet pussy still strong on his tongue as he thrusts it into the merc's mouth. And all of this is underlined with how he's guided his cock between V's legs, hips snapping hard and fast and ramming his hard length deep into the other man's folds in one smooth go.
Relief washes over V as Hands takes the simple request and moves with it, not wanting more. The weight of the other man atop him makes his desire wax like the moon when full. The way Hands made him press down into a plush mattress and sheets with a thread count higher than V cared to imagine was familiar, but the way that Hands took his wrists and pressed them into plush feather-filled pillows was foreign: Kerry would never do such a thing, preferring the way V wrapped his arms around him and dug in with finger nails and passion while Kerry buried himself deep within. But this wasn't Kerry, no, and this was reinforced by how Mr. Hands knew exactly how to shift his weight to make V virtually powerless beneath him.
Be it the coke or the lust or both, V's heart was racing with anticipation by the time their lips met with violent hunger, both craving the other so deeply. That V could taste himself on Hands' tongue only served to make him want more, try to take more from his compromising position. While it was true that Hands had managed to expose slivers of V in their previous two rendezvous, it was here that Hands had finally managed to peel back the skin and find V in the raw: hungry, lustful, wanting anything that Hands could give, and then some more. At least in this moment he would not be satisfied. It was funny, too, how he kissed back: it wasn't something he normally did, always reserving kissing for his partners, like Kerry.
The only stutter to Vincent's absolute hunger and desire was as Hands pushed into him so forcefully and fast, sliding in without any resistance. V just about saw stars at the sheer force of it, and the way the hard length stretched him and subsequently slammed against his innermost sanctum. He certainly couldn't hold back the moan from the feeling, absolute pleasure and satisfaction mixed with an almost whine begging for more, please, give me more. His wrists strained against Hands in the desire to wrap around the older man and secure his position, to pull him closer and truly feel every inch of him, their bodies together, but they didn't budge under the chrome grip of the other.
If Hands didn't immediately pull out and he let himself settle even for a breath, he'd feel those muscles clench tightly around him in welcome, clamping down in a desire for him to stay right there and keep him so full. In the same way that V'd apparently been so cloying to the point that Hands kept coming back, his pussy didn't want the other's cock to pull out. For as much as Vincent's hungry mouth implied he wanted the fixer to fuck him until he couldn't form a single sentence, his pussy didn't want the cock it worshiped to leave, either.
There's a victory here both of them understand runs much deeper than the cock pressed tight into V's pussy. It isn't just that they're pressed up lewdly against one another, skin on skin and literally connected as one. Instead, it's that Hands has invited V here for pleasure and that V, in allowing himself to be both physically and figuratively unwrapped, has permitted it.
It's this that Hands is contemplating as he feels V's inner walls clench around his rock hard cock, enveloping it in such tight heat he momentarily loses his train of thought. The only semi-suppressed shiver is evidence enough of how much he enjoys that.
"You feel exquisite," is what he eventually says against V's throat, voice surprisingly level for a man who's just buried himself in a young attractive man he's been thinking about fucking for weeks now. Patience in actually following through on that is paying off now. He lifts his hips only a fraction, pulling only an inch out before he's ramming his hips forwards again to fill the other man completely. The way he shifts his hips forces contact with V's hard clit too, the sweetest friction of being caught between them.
It wasn't only that V had made the choice to permit it, but also that Hands had made the choice to put this all together and let himself this time. Call it nurturing a business relationship all he wanted, he knew that this was not that, and V knew that this was not that. This was something selfish. V would openly say that it was so, and he took this for himself; whether Hands would do the same was another matter entirely, and one that V didn't particularly care about as he felt the shiver run through Hands' body.
This was something selfish, and there's the faint wish that Hands would just let himself take this and let go of his restraint completely.
V hated it when their lips parted but he couldn't pull Hands back to him, though there was definitely a shifting in his wrists, a slight squirm in his body, as he seemed to try. He quickly gives up and tilts his chin back instead to expose his throat to Hands. He was clearly, eagerly, Hands' personal playground for the evening.
He had a response to Hands' comment forming on his woefully still tongue but it got stuck in his mouth as Hands so skillfully eased his hips back just a little, then pushed in again, hitting and rubbing against every single spot of pleasure that V had with enough force to make his body shudder and press up into Hands with shameless moan. His fingers curling into fists from the pleasure he felt.
"Worth the wait?" His voice came out a purr: low and gravelly, and it felt as if it were a voice reserved for Hands alone. And tonight, at least, it was. He hoped that Hands found him a pretty thing, and that Hands was more pleased than he let on. He hoped that Hands knew just how pleased he was.
"Mm, I had assumed you knew what I think you're worth," comes the reply and on the surface perhaps it doesn't mean much. Except one look at where they are speaks volumes more. They're in a nice hotel room in a nice part of the city, alone and with privacy that costs more than the combined drugs on the table. Not just that but they're tangled up together on a bed, with high thread count sheets and very little in the way of clothes on.
Focused on how deep he is inside the other man provokes another barely suppressed shiver, one that he can only take control of as he repositions himself. Rather than be flush lying on top of V, he pulls himself up, sits back on his legs and pulls V's hips with him. From here he can cast his gaze down to where their bodies meet, the sight of his cock damp with the other man's juices is intensely arousing.
From here V can watch too, especially as he pulls back so far that only the tip of his cock is notched inside his tight hole. Only then does he flick his gaze back up to make eye contact and ram himself back in from tip to root.
"So very good at taking my cock however I give it to you."
After that it's impossible not to settle into a steady rhythm. The sordid sound of skin slapping against skin, the continual rock of his hips pressing his cock deep into V over and over.
V hummed a chuckle in response to the reply, acknowledging that he knew exactly what his worth was. It was so hard to be in this position: he wanted so badly to wrap his arms around Hands, to nuzzle his neck, or to taste his lips again. He wanted to do every single thing he could to make sure Hands felt good, to let Hands lose himself in the same way that V was allowing himself to slip into ecstasy, but Hands even had to control that. His control truly turned V on.
If V had any choice, he would stay like this: pressed into the luxurious sheets underneath a man that kept everything - including V - so tightly wound. Hands was the antithesis of Kerry, even to the point that he so willingly and patiently figured V out just to use that to enact such precise, careful control of him.
Control was what Hands had, buried so deeply inside of the merc. V could feel every single inch sheathed between his legs, and he wanted them to go nowhere. The way Hands stretched him open felt so good. Every single moment of waiting had made V’s anticipation and expectation incredibly high and he was not at all disappointed by the result. He wanted to protest as Hands straightened up, even as chrome hands pulled hips with the movement, but they moved together.
As per usual, Hands was correct: the view between them from this angle was incredibly arousing and served to keep V’s interest piqued, and his hunger deep. He watched as Hands pulled back. A few strings of V’s wetness clung to Hands as he pulled back before eventually falling to the sheets between them as Hands pulled back too far.
V felt so incredibly empty with Hands pulled out of him. He hesitated, his gaze finally lifting back to Hands with a pleading expression. Right as he was about to shift to get a few more inches back inside, Hands rammed itself back into him. Their eyes met for only a glance before V’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as his lips parted in a lewd expression, a moan that he couldn’t suppress coming out louder than even he expected.
He wanted to say he would do anything for Hands, take it however Hands wanted. As he’d said before: Hands’ wish was his command. The words wouldn’t form on V’s tongue, though surely Hands knew all of this by now.
As Hands started and kept his rhythm, V felt every single inch as he pushed in, and every single inch as he pulled out. His moans, groans, and lewd mutterings join the chorus of skin, growing more desperate the longer Hands goes. His pussy massaged the cock as Hands fucked him, trying to draw Hands to his climax and milk him for all he had.
Delighting in others isn't - and has never been - something that aligns with who Hands is. It had aligned with Wade even less so. But this side of an assassination attempt, perhaps Hands has a better idea of how to control people in ways that serve. Loyalty is something of a myth at this point, but if he can cultivate even a fraction of that, it can only be a benefit.
To learn that V of all people is now open to this kind of liaison delights him in ways that not many others could. There's the usual game of mental chess he's come to expect and enjoy from the younger man. But here and now this is just two men fucking for the sheer carnal pleasure of it. Does V know that? Hands isn't sure, and yet he's revealing more of his reactions than he's ever done before.
The tight channel of V's pussy - the way the younger man keeps watching the point at which they're connected - it all nudges Hands that much closer to his climax.
There was no denying what this was anymore: this was what Hands said it was, and it was the fact that Hands apparently just wanted to fuck V as much as V wanted to be fucked by Hands. This was not business, or some purchase of loyalty. Hands had all of V's trust. The man could push himself all the way into V and wrap his hands around the merc's throat and squeeze and V wouldn't raise a hand against him.
This flashed through V's addled head as he admired whatever expression Hands on his face before his gaze lowered down to watch Hands' expert work. V had a way of tilting his hips to let Hands in deeper and keep things tight - something that benefited them both, really. V wanted Hands to feel as good as Hands made him feel.
The request - gentle command? - for V to tell him where to finish seemed so ridiculous. Had anyone ever told him anywhere other than as far deep as he could manage?
"Inside," he said maybe a little too fast so as to betray his excitement as his gaze lifted back to Hands' face, "deep as you can." It was clear that he was already so close between the way his face was flushed and how breathless he was, just on the edge.
It's the answer that he wants and, even in this addled state, he can reconcile the desire as something possessive. A way for him to mark the young man as his own as deep as humanly possible. The fact that V asks for it, no matter whether he views it as the same thing, is pleasing.
His pace picks up anew then, hips snapping relentlessly, skin-on-skin slapping, and the very familiar heat that builds as he works his cock deep into V. It's clear when he's about to come, his optics flicking up to meet the younger man's, hips slamming once, then again, and then for a final time as he rams himself deep.
The quiet groan as thick ropes of his spend empty deep inside the merc is the closest he's got in some time to letting his control slip looser. He holds the young man's gaze as he fills him up, clearly incredibly pleasured by this entire interaction and allowing that through to his expression for V to read.
Once Hands is looking at his face it would be easy to tell with that first thrust that it was enough to push V over the edge, moaning as his body shuddered and he reached out and gripped Hands - be it arm or leg or something in between - tightly, fingers just digging in as he fully lost control of himself as he rode this wave of pleasure not once, not for a second time as Hands slammed into him again, but a third time when Hands finally buried himself in to stay, with a moan marking each one.
The way that he could feel Hands’ cock twitch inside of him with each push of the older man’s seed filling him, V knew that he was so incredibly fucked. Literally yes, but he’d had a lot of sex in his life and this was different from most of it. This was the kind of sex he was going to think about even after he got home, and he was going to crave it. He was going to pine for Hands every time he walked into the man’s office, or caught a hint of his cologne walking past someone on the street. He was going to think of Hands as he was right now: buried deep inside of him, cock throbbing and filling him with cum like he was the man’s personal little slut.
He let Hands hold his gaze as if those chrome hands were under his jaw stopping him from looking away. His own body was tense from his own climax and he shivered whenever Hands moved in any meaningful way. Already he was starting to pull himself back under some level of self control, as if to match Hands’ energy.
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Date: 2023-11-16 09:50 am (UTC)"I'd like us to celebrate our successful partnership. It's not often that I, being otherwise engaged usually, allow time to simply reap the rewards of good business. That's what I'd like for us this evening."
He sits forward at this too and starts to carefully prepare two lines of coke. His movements are well-practised, hands precise as he looks down at what he's doing.
"And I very much would like to indulge in more than just these little gifts here in front of us."
Satisfied with the lines he's scraped into place - one for each of them - he offers a neatly rolled up business card. It seems he's determined to be the delivery method for all gifts he's offering.
"What do you say? Would you like to feel me inch my hard cock slowly into that exquisite pussy of yours? How about feeling me unload deep inside you? Would you like that, Vincent?"
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Date: 2023-11-16 02:23 pm (UTC)It's the line of questions that act as a flashbang. V's brows lift a little in surprise, his lips part slightly from a habit of having a quick response, though one didn't come. He hesitated to take the business card. It's only a moment of hesitation, a moment enough for Hands to see that he'd thrown V off balance before he takes the rolled-up card from Hands. He didn't lean forward to take his line quite yet, instead meeting Hands' gaze with a clear and intense want.
"I been wanting to feel every single inch'f you buried between my legs'n for you to fill me with your cum since that night at the club." Every single word was firm, not just something said to stroke ego. V really had thought about Hands fucking him probably more than he would want to admit to the man, he'd even masturbated to the thought after Hands had so graciously let V choke on his cock.
He leaned forward and did his line, leaning back and offering the rolled card to Hands while mumbling, "fuck, that's good," under his breath. It was clear that Hands wanted to be the one to run this show, and V was more than happy to let him. If the man wanted to spoil and pamper and use him then V was more than happy to oblige.
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Date: 2023-11-16 03:18 pm (UTC)"Excellent," he says, pausing only to lean forward and snort his own line. Brushing at his nose briefly, he leans back again and regards V.
"I'd like to taste you," he decides and starts to get up, and the already growing bulge in his smart suit slacks betray how into the idea he is. He offers out his hand to the younger man, as though to help him up to his feet and lead him presumably to the bed.
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Date: 2023-11-16 05:36 pm (UTC)"Your wish is my command," he said lightly as he took the offered hand and stood, letting Hands guide him to the bed. Before he got on the bed, he let go of Hands to start to undress: skilled fingers unbuckling his belt, undoing the button of his jeans, then unzipping them. This was all if Hands let him, of course. If Hands wanted to undress him the V would absolutely let him, doing whatever Hands wanted at his direction.
Regardless of how he got there, he ended up with his legs spread for Hands. It was clear he was eager and willing from how he was already starting to grow wet. He was nowhere near as wet as he had been at the kink club, but he wasn't some toy for the public to use, either. He was here just for Mr. Hands and only for his pleasure, without an audience of fools.
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Date: 2023-11-17 12:41 pm (UTC)And so his suit, shirt, tie, boxers and socks end up in an orderly stacked pile on the ottoman situated at the bottom of the bed. There he stands, cock hard and jutting out in its eagerness. There's no denying V turns him on.
"If you'd be so kind as to shuffle yourself up the bed," he asks, the levelness of his voice totally mismatched with the pitch and rigidity of his swollen cock. He's surprisingly graceful as he climbs on the bed as V shifts upward, elbows dipping into the mattress beneath them under the backs of V's knees. A chrome finger reaches down to trace the inside of the merc's thighs, almost reaching his labia before shifting away again.
"Mm, quite the sight," he murmurs as he leans in, his beard tickling at V's pussy before his lips actually make it there, mouth closing around the hardness of his clit and sucking slowly.
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Date: 2023-11-17 03:04 pm (UTC)He backed up on the bed at Mr. Hands' request. He leaned into and shivered at every touch from Hands. In their prior meetings, Hands had to work at loosening V's restraint like a man trying to pry a guarded secret away, but today V had already let go of most of it. He had chosen to let himself enjoy this with a level of trust that he didn't give many. So he shivered and squirmed a little under the single finger inside his thigh, the whiskers made V bite his lip to hold back a soft whine.
"You don't know half of it," V managed to murmur in response before he tensed and then shuddered at Hands' attention. His head tilted back in pleasure at first, but it wasn't long before he looked down at Hands to watch him as his fingers laced into the older man's hair. Careful at first, so as to not make too much of a mess of his hair, but steadily growing less careful as Hands continued. As much as the tension in his fingers suggested he wanted to, V never gripped the hair of the other man, opting to grip the sheets with his other hand instead.
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Date: 2023-11-17 04:57 pm (UTC)He doesn't often allow himself to indulge quite like this, the idea of mixing business and pleasure not something he likes. For him, V should only be part of his business world and nothing more. And yet he wouldn't be able to explain away this particular rendezvous, even though he'd tried earlier.
The truth of the matter is he's been thinking about V's pussy ever since seeing how much pleasure it provided the merc in the kink club. His cock aches in need as he enjoys sucking and licking at the most sensitive spot between V's legs. Only his experience and self-control is what currently stands between the tip of his cock and the other man's cunt.
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Date: 2023-11-17 09:51 pm (UTC)V's head fell back as he started to lightly grip at the older man's hair as his pleasure continued to build, gently pulling him into his cunt in a clear plea for more. His pussy was starting to drip with his pleasure and longing, threatening to soil the expensive bedding beneath him. As much as he wanted to write this off as work - another job that Hands hired him for, he knew that that's not what this was. He wasn't getting paid for this, and he could have left, but he hadn't wanted to. Maybe it was the drugs kicking in, but he was enjoying himself, and this was very different than what he had with Kerry. Of course, to even think of him in the same breadth of Kerry certainly implied numerous things that V largely didn't want to consider.
"Please, Hands," he started to beg. He meant to finish what he was asking for - to be fucked - but his words dissolved into a moan and failed him as Hands continued to pay such careful attention to his clit.
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Date: 2023-11-17 11:01 pm (UTC)He lifts his mouth barely an inch off where it's latched onto V between his legs and gazes upward.
"Please what, V?"
His voice is low, level but deep with his arousal. The invitation is a clear one. If V can fill in the rest of the sentence, Hands will contemplate fulfilling that request.
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Date: 2023-11-18 12:37 am (UTC)"Fuck me," he managed in a weak whine. V picked his head back up to look at Hands and meet those intense, cerulean optics. His cheeks were a little flushed, matching how warm the rest of his body had become in his lust, his eyes lidded as he looked down at the older man between his legs. "Please fuck me," he pleaded, "and fill me with your cum."
V wondered if Hands would make him beg more for it. He didn't want to admit it, but he liked having to beg the older man to fuck him. He'd begged for it before in the past, sure, but he'd never truly cared on the outcome until now. There weren't many people that he was willing to surrender such control to. The way that Hands stopped entirely to ask V to finish his request, and the fact that V knew that if his request wasn't enough Hands could simply stop and just barely touch him to keep him wanting was so hot he just about ached with longing. All he could do was hope that it was enough for Hands.
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Date: 2023-11-18 08:59 pm (UTC)It's how V will find himself pressed into the bed beneath them as Hands moves, his body thick in the right places to really hold him down with his weight. Chrome hands pluck up deadly arms and pin them to the pillows above.
Simultaneously Hands crushes his mouth against the younger man's as he dips down, the taste of such a wet pussy still strong on his tongue as he thrusts it into the merc's mouth. And all of this is underlined with how he's guided his cock between V's legs, hips snapping hard and fast and ramming his hard length deep into the other man's folds in one smooth go.
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Date: 2023-11-19 05:02 am (UTC)Be it the coke or the lust or both, V's heart was racing with anticipation by the time their lips met with violent hunger, both craving the other so deeply. That V could taste himself on Hands' tongue only served to make him want more, try to take more from his compromising position. While it was true that Hands had managed to expose slivers of V in their previous two rendezvous, it was here that Hands had finally managed to peel back the skin and find V in the raw: hungry, lustful, wanting anything that Hands could give, and then some more. At least in this moment he would not be satisfied. It was funny, too, how he kissed back: it wasn't something he normally did, always reserving kissing for his partners, like Kerry.
The only stutter to Vincent's absolute hunger and desire was as Hands pushed into him so forcefully and fast, sliding in without any resistance. V just about saw stars at the sheer force of it, and the way the hard length stretched him and subsequently slammed against his innermost sanctum. He certainly couldn't hold back the moan from the feeling, absolute pleasure and satisfaction mixed with an almost whine begging for more, please, give me more. His wrists strained against Hands in the desire to wrap around the older man and secure his position, to pull him closer and truly feel every inch of him, their bodies together, but they didn't budge under the chrome grip of the other.
If Hands didn't immediately pull out and he let himself settle even for a breath, he'd feel those muscles clench tightly around him in welcome, clamping down in a desire for him to stay right there and keep him so full. In the same way that V'd apparently been so cloying to the point that Hands kept coming back, his pussy didn't want the other's cock to pull out. For as much as Vincent's hungry mouth implied he wanted the fixer to fuck him until he couldn't form a single sentence, his pussy didn't want the cock it worshiped to leave, either.
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Date: 2023-11-20 08:24 am (UTC)It's this that Hands is contemplating as he feels V's inner walls clench around his rock hard cock, enveloping it in such tight heat he momentarily loses his train of thought. The only semi-suppressed shiver is evidence enough of how much he enjoys that.
"You feel exquisite," is what he eventually says against V's throat, voice surprisingly level for a man who's just buried himself in a young attractive man he's been thinking about fucking for weeks now. Patience in actually following through on that is paying off now. He lifts his hips only a fraction, pulling only an inch out before he's ramming his hips forwards again to fill the other man completely. The way he shifts his hips forces contact with V's hard clit too, the sweetest friction of being caught between them.
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Date: 2023-11-21 03:55 am (UTC)This was something selfish, and there's the faint wish that Hands would just let himself take this and let go of his restraint completely.
V hated it when their lips parted but he couldn't pull Hands back to him, though there was definitely a shifting in his wrists, a slight squirm in his body, as he seemed to try. He quickly gives up and tilts his chin back instead to expose his throat to Hands. He was clearly, eagerly, Hands' personal playground for the evening.
He had a response to Hands' comment forming on his woefully still tongue but it got stuck in his mouth as Hands so skillfully eased his hips back just a little, then pushed in again, hitting and rubbing against every single spot of pleasure that V had with enough force to make his body shudder and press up into Hands with shameless moan. His fingers curling into fists from the pleasure he felt.
"Worth the wait?" His voice came out a purr: low and gravelly, and it felt as if it were a voice reserved for Hands alone. And tonight, at least, it was. He hoped that Hands found him a pretty thing, and that Hands was more pleased than he let on. He hoped that Hands knew just how pleased he was.
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Date: 2023-11-25 02:48 pm (UTC)Focused on how deep he is inside the other man provokes another barely suppressed shiver, one that he can only take control of as he repositions himself. Rather than be flush lying on top of V, he pulls himself up, sits back on his legs and pulls V's hips with him. From here he can cast his gaze down to where their bodies meet, the sight of his cock damp with the other man's juices is intensely arousing.
From here V can watch too, especially as he pulls back so far that only the tip of his cock is notched inside his tight hole. Only then does he flick his gaze back up to make eye contact and ram himself back in from tip to root.
"So very good at taking my cock however I give it to you."
After that it's impossible not to settle into a steady rhythm. The sordid sound of skin slapping against skin, the continual rock of his hips pressing his cock deep into V over and over.
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Date: 2023-11-28 04:24 am (UTC)If V had any choice, he would stay like this: pressed into the luxurious sheets underneath a man that kept everything - including V - so tightly wound. Hands was the antithesis of Kerry, even to the point that he so willingly and patiently figured V out just to use that to enact such precise, careful control of him.
Control was what Hands had, buried so deeply inside of the merc. V could feel every single inch sheathed between his legs, and he wanted them to go nowhere. The way Hands stretched him open felt so good. Every single moment of waiting had made V’s anticipation and expectation incredibly high and he was not at all disappointed by the result. He wanted to protest as Hands straightened up, even as chrome hands pulled hips with the movement, but they moved together.
As per usual, Hands was correct: the view between them from this angle was incredibly arousing and served to keep V’s interest piqued, and his hunger deep. He watched as Hands pulled back. A few strings of V’s wetness clung to Hands as he pulled back before eventually falling to the sheets between them as Hands pulled back too far.
V felt so incredibly empty with Hands pulled out of him. He hesitated, his gaze finally lifting back to Hands with a pleading expression. Right as he was about to shift to get a few more inches back inside, Hands rammed itself back into him. Their eyes met for only a glance before V’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as his lips parted in a lewd expression, a moan that he couldn’t suppress coming out louder than even he expected.
He wanted to say he would do anything for Hands, take it however Hands wanted. As he’d said before: Hands’ wish was his command. The words wouldn’t form on V’s tongue, though surely Hands knew all of this by now.
As Hands started and kept his rhythm, V felt every single inch as he pushed in, and every single inch as he pulled out. His moans, groans, and lewd mutterings join the chorus of skin, growing more desperate the longer Hands goes. His pussy massaged the cock as Hands fucked him, trying to draw Hands to his climax and milk him for all he had.
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Date: 2023-12-07 03:07 pm (UTC)To learn that V of all people is now open to this kind of liaison delights him in ways that not many others could. There's the usual game of mental chess he's come to expect and enjoy from the younger man. But here and now this is just two men fucking for the sheer carnal pleasure of it. Does V know that? Hands isn't sure, and yet he's revealing more of his reactions than he's ever done before.
The tight channel of V's pussy - the way the younger man keeps watching the point at which they're connected - it all nudges Hands that much closer to his climax.
"Tell me where you'd like me to finish, V."
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Date: 2023-12-09 03:23 am (UTC)This flashed through V's addled head as he admired whatever expression Hands on his face before his gaze lowered down to watch Hands' expert work. V had a way of tilting his hips to let Hands in deeper and keep things tight - something that benefited them both, really. V wanted Hands to feel as good as Hands made him feel.
The request - gentle command? - for V to tell him where to finish seemed so ridiculous. Had anyone ever told him anywhere other than as far deep as he could manage?
"Inside," he said maybe a little too fast so as to betray his excitement as his gaze lifted back to Hands' face, "deep as you can." It was clear that he was already so close between the way his face was flushed and how breathless he was, just on the edge.
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Date: 2023-12-12 10:13 am (UTC)His pace picks up anew then, hips snapping relentlessly, skin-on-skin slapping, and the very familiar heat that builds as he works his cock deep into V. It's clear when he's about to come, his optics flicking up to meet the younger man's, hips slamming once, then again, and then for a final time as he rams himself deep.
The quiet groan as thick ropes of his spend empty deep inside the merc is the closest he's got in some time to letting his control slip looser. He holds the young man's gaze as he fills him up, clearly incredibly pleasured by this entire interaction and allowing that through to his expression for V to read.
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Date: 2023-12-17 02:12 pm (UTC)The way that he could feel Hands’ cock twitch inside of him with each push of the older man’s seed filling him, V knew that he was so incredibly fucked. Literally yes, but he’d had a lot of sex in his life and this was different from most of it. This was the kind of sex he was going to think about even after he got home, and he was going to crave it. He was going to pine for Hands every time he walked into the man’s office, or caught a hint of his cologne walking past someone on the street. He was going to think of Hands as he was right now: buried deep inside of him, cock throbbing and filling him with cum like he was the man’s personal little slut.
He let Hands hold his gaze as if those chrome hands were under his jaw stopping him from looking away. His own body was tense from his own climax and he shivered whenever Hands moved in any meaningful way. Already he was starting to pull himself back under some level of self control, as if to match Hands’ energy.