Water
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Same rating, summary, and disclaimer.
Pairing: Demyx x Marluxia; 9/11
Author's Note: The last part. I do own the agency Sin. In Dem's POV. Enjoy.
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"Didn't I tell you? This place is awesome!"
I took off my glasses and wiped them off for the fifteenth time in the past 20 minutes. I had passed by the modeling agency Sin a lot, but I had never paid much attention to it. One of Axel's friends was a supermodel and got us tickets to their exclusive fashion show. I was in awe as I watched the gorgeous men sashay down the catwalk, pose, pose again, and walk back. All of them were hot, but there was this one particular model that really caught my attention. He had long pink hair, a lithe yet toned pale body, and eyes bluer than mine.
"And... your friend is the pink-haired god in the Calvin Klein briefs, right?" I asked Axel without looking at him.
"Yup. That's Marluxia. Hot, huh?"
"Very."
It was a few more mintues before he came out again, this time in short red boyshorts. Suddenly the sprinklers above the stage turned on and started raining down on the boys. Marluxia posed with a lovely smirk in front of the crowd, not caring about the water that started to drench him. He looked so edible at that moment it wasn't even funny.
"Uh oh, I think it's time for the swimsuits, boys!" someone giggled over the speaker. Marluxia looked at me and licked his lips before turning around to go back. The next models that came up had on the hottest Speedo's that happened to show more than they concealed. Not that I was complaining, mind you; I was hard and aching at the sight.
A few more rotations of sexy wet men went by before they all lined up on the catwalk. Marluxia just had to be in front, wet hair covering part of his his face and underwear sensually welded to his hips.
"And they, ladies and gentlemen, are the men living in Sin."
Everyone stood and gave them a standing ovation until the each began to go backstage. Marluxia lingered for a moment to bend down and beckon me closer to him.
"I want you," he whispered. "Come keep me company in my dressing room, alright?"
He kissed my cheek softly before he winked at me again and headed backstage.
"Have fun," my friend laughed as he made his way to the door.
"Oh I will..."
I had asked around and finally found where Marluxia's dressing room was. Barely a second after I had knocked, he had pulled me inside the room and pinned me against the door. His tongue teased my lower lip while his hands got me out of my pants.
"Feeling your eyes on me," the blue-eyed beauty breathed as he grabbed my erection, "turned me on so much... they made drove me crazy..."
I could only groan and listen while he stroked me in his hand. I eventually regained a bit of my senses and took a hold of his own hardness, wet and begging for attention. I gingerly pulled his erection out and caressed it as he did mine, teasing, pleasureful strokes that made him whimper against my lips.
"One look at you and I got hard as hell," I replied. My vision started to blur and my skin felt like it was on fire. We kissed over and over and stroked each other like crazy, anxious for the climax.
"Oohh, Demyx, come with me!"
"Ah, fuck, oh fuck!"
We both came at the same time, erupting like wild volcanoes. Marluxia slightly collapsed against my chest while he tried to catch his breath, still shivering a little.
"Your skin is like fire," I said lowly, trailing my fingertips down his back. He curled into the touch like a cat and looked at me with lidded eyes.
"Well, get your hose and put me out, then."
I smirked and pursed my lips.
"Sir yes sir."
I'm too sleepy to write out a full lemon right now, but I'll give ya one tomorrow. -hugs and kisses-
Thank y'all for reading!
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