Silence of the Once-ler

Note, The only thing in this story that has anything to do with Silence of the Lambs is the first five lines or so…

We think.

Greed-ler admired himself in the mirror. He was surprised how good he looked in black leather. He had found the leather pants and hooker boots in the closet.

"Would you fuck me?" He asked the mirror.

"I'd fuck me." A voice behind him said.

"Oncie?" He turned and stared at the man playing with a whip on the bed.

"Of course." He said as he ran his hand up and down suggestively the leather cord. "You like it?"

Greed-ler blushed.

"I knew you would." The man's grin widened. "And I must say you work the boots well." The man continued to stroke the whip.

Greed-ler was watching the man's hand. His pants were tight.

"Of course right now I'd think the floor would work the pants better." He licked his lips. "Yes much better. His grin took a perverted turn.

Greed-ler gave the other man a flat look then grinned. "I agree, Oncie." He sauntered past the bed. "Maybe later."

Once-ler flicked the whip around his lover's chest and pulled the man back. "Hm." He traced the whip around Greed-ler. "Really. I was thinking since we took the day off and all." He left the sentence hanging.

Greed-ler grinned and twisted, pulling Once-ler off the bed into his arms. "True. We are wasting time, my pet." He kissed the man roughly.