Over on Tumblr, May is BlackIce Smut Month! Everyday has a different prompt and I'm going to do my best to fit as many as I can into the overarching plot I have planned. Since May is a very busy month for me, I probably won't finish within it and a single smut scene may be broken up over several days, as well as each day being rather short. To make up for that, the whole thing is technically Day 16 (Brothel) and Day 23 (On the Job).

This is for Day 1: Sensual Foreplay


"Lie on your left side and draw your right leg up to your chest."

Jack did as he was told without hesitation, spreading out on the crisp sheets. His clients didn't pay him to question them and Pitch was one of his largest sources of income. It wouldn't do to lose his business.

He felt the bed dip as Pitch settled behind him, but he kept his eyes closed, as per previous instruction. Hot breath gusted against his shoulder as two lubed-up fingers pressed against his hole. Jack gasped and canted his hips slightly at their cool touch. Pitch took his time circling and massaging before sliding a finger inside. That warmed it up quickly enough.

Pitch's gentleness continued as he moved the single digit in and out, waiting until he was sure Jack was ready before adding a second. There was really no need for such care—Jack had gotten used to being penetrated mere minutes after entering a client's room by people too inexperienced to even know what foreplay was—but it was certainly appreciated. He sighed in pleasure and let the muscles in his face go slack.

Pitch's breath quickened as he stretched Jack, coming in faster puffs against his back. He liked watching Jack's reactions to his ministrations, so Jack tilted his face up, offering Pitch his neck, and pushed back on his fingers, as if asking for more.

Pitch growled softly in satisfaction and thrust his fingers harder. He leaned his face down to Jack's neck, kissing and sucking gently, careful not to violate Jack's rule of no marking.

The addition of a third finger really made him feel the stretch, drawing out a moan as well; the only sound in the room. Pitch's silence was a surprising, though welcome, change from his usual running mouth. Jack wondered if something was going on in other areas of Pitch's life, causing him to cease his endless stream of words. It would also explain why Pitch had requested him for twice as long as he usually did. His normal hour was already longer than most of Jack's other clients, so Jack couldn't image what he could possibly want to do. It had already been a half hour and, until he told him to close his eyes and get on the bed, Pitch had only stared at him, making Jack squirm under the attention. He was used to eyes sliding over him and looking at him only as an object to be used. Someone staring at him as if he was a work of art to be admired and appreciated was unnerving to say the least, though Pitch still didn't look at him as another human being. Jack was still something he had bought, something to be consumed.

Pitch twisted his wrist and his fingers struck Jack's prostate on their next thrust, making him cry out. This was why Jack didn't mind dedicating so much of his time to Pitch. He was far from inexperienced and derived just as much pleasure from Jack's pleasure as Jack did.

Pitch kept up his assault on Jack's prostate, though he drew his fingers out less and less with each thrust. Eventually, they were just rocking against his prostate, supplying constant stimulation. Jack moaned hoarsely and held back from squirming, not wanting Pitch to stop. Pitch pressed his face against Jack's neck as he breathed heavily and Jack could feel how hard he was from where he was pressed against the back of his leg.

Pitch spread his fingers, the tips still brushing against Jack's prostate, and withdrew them slowly. Finally satisfied with the thorough stretching he had given Jack, Pitch sat up.

"Lie on your back now."