Suggested listening: Fantasy by I Will Never Be the Same
-Fantasy-
The blond pressed himself against the glass, heated skin making the surface fog. His lips parted as he moaned, bedroom eyes roaming up to lock with the google covered ones of his patron.
Said patron was leaned forward taking in every detail. Six feet and a two inch thick piece of glass was all that separated them. And it was how Matt liked it. So close he could almost touch, could feel the heat from that gorgeous naked body, but could not actually feel his skin. The perfect live fantasy.
Mello never understood why this man never asked for a private room-he most certainly would not complain with his messy sexy appearance-but he did his best to make him want one. He always pulled out all the stops, learned new ways to make him cum, all without touching, and yet still nothing. The red haired man was a mystery, and Mello loved to solve things.
Matt rocked his hips a little to what the blond did to the glass-oh god it was sinful-and was tempted to call for a different kind of showing. But it was not the right time. Not yet. But he did lean back, eyes fixated on Mello, his favorite, and unbutton his jeans. He had never done this in the room before, and he wanted to see Mello's reaction. Even the best poker face could not hide everything. There was always a tell. and when he drew his cock into view, Mello's was the slight widening of his eyes.
Jesus. That cock was fucking huge. Mello wanted it. To touch, to feel, hell even taste. He was certain the rest of the red head was just as delicious looking. He let his own hands roam his body, watching that cock be stroked to him, and wanted to put on a show the red head would never forget.
The things Mello did, with his fingers, with the toys in the room with him-made Matt explode. More than once. Mello, was trying harder than usual. And that thing he did with his tongue, on that fake plastic cock? He shivered. Oh god. He wanted him bad.
The redhead was a twitching, cum covered mess in his seat by the time Mello was done. Not that the blond was any better. He could only imagine actually fucking him. He was however, disappointed when once again, the redhead only smiled at him and left the room when his hour and a half was up. Mello flopped onto the bed with a huff. What the fuck was it going to take to get him?
He had two more viewings after, both he was totally not into, and when he was finished, showered and dressed in leather, he left work at the Poison Apple. To his surprise, the redhead was waiting for him by the door.
"Hey, I'm Matt."
And Mello smirked.
-The End?-
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