"Just try to have fun, please?" Pidge begged, helping to straighten his tie.
"This is stupid, why do I have to be a girl character?"
"You're literally wearing a suit, Keith. Just be Monsieur Rouge or something, I don't care."
Keith shrugged, earning a smack to the shoulder and a "stop moving, nimrod" from his friend. He didn't understand why he was going to this stupid party. He wasn't going to know anyone, he didn't like parties, he didn't like themed parties, and he didn't want to give up his rare Saturday evening off. He wasn't even the one who'd been invited.
The party in question was being hosted at an old Victorian mansion just outside of town. At first, Keith thought it was some bougie, high-class affair, but after reading Pidge's invite more thoroughly, he realized it was a murder mystery dinner party, themed after the notorious board game.
Pidge had been sent two character cards, one for herself, and one for a guest of her choosing. Keith had been that guest.
Each invitee had been instructed to dress formally and arrive in character. They were also told to remain in character all evening, respond to their character's name, memorize their card information, and try to solve the murder. He wasn't even allowed to call his own friend by her name.
"I still don't see why you can't be Miss Scarlet and I can't be Professor Green," he argued, crossing his arms in annoyance as Pidge moved on to tie her own tie.
"For. The. Last. Time! I don't wanna wear some stupid red dress. And it's MR. Green, not Professor Green you dummy. "
Keith huffed again but had to admit he did look pretty good in red. His three-piece suit was a deep wine colour ("Merlot" according to the salesman), and he'd paired it with a crisp black button-up, and a skinny black tie. Keith had a pair of shiny-black oxfords from graduation and mat-black cufflinks he'd inherited from his dad. He finished off the look with a silver chain running from the breast pocket up to the jacket's collar.
Pidge had pulled out a dusty old pantsuit from the back of her mother's closet. It looked like she'd owned it well before Pidge had ever been born, but with a bit of tailoring and some accessories, it had a solid vintage vibe.
"Alright," Pidge said abruptly, "Our cards say to be a variation of our assigned character from the game. I'm going to be Miss Olive Green, what's your name?"
"Keith?" he replied, not understanding why he needed to change his name, no one knew him anyways.
"Oh, for the love of - NO, Keith, you can't use your own name. Pick one that's red."
"Yeah, I get that, thanks. I'll be Monsieur Keith Rouge like you said."
"No, just, no. How about …" Keith watched the wheels in her head turn as she thought about it. "Okay, okay, I got it: Vinny! Like the French word 'Vin' for wine. I'm such a genius. Okay, Vinny, let's go."
"No way, Vinny sounds like a douchebag," he argued, "Pidge, PIDGE!" ughhhh, his objections were met with a dismissive wave as she marched out the door, a reluctant Keith on her heels.
The house was sweet as fuck. The whole place was decorated to the nines and the other attendees looked incredibly classy and wealthy and fancy and way out of Keith's comfort zone. Inside the main entry was a chandelier worth more than Keith's entire life and the antique grandfather clock beside the coat rack that most likely needed a specialist to repair.
He swallowed thickly as a waiter walked by holding a tray of champagne flutes high in the air. Keith was going to break something. He was going to break something expensive and make a massive fool of himself and his friend. This was going to end so badly.
"-inny, VINNY!" Pidge - no, Olive , whisper shouted in his ear, "just relax and have fun, go talk to people and try to solve the murder. Did you memorize your card?"
No, no he did not. He'd barely even looked at his card. "Yeah," he lied, and she nodded as she tapped his arm and disappeared to flag down a penguin-dressed young man carrying a tray with what looked like crab cakes, leaving Keith standing alone in the foyer.
An ornate book had been meticulously placed on a stand, unmissable in the entry. Each guest was to write their character name, corresponding game piece, and chard number. Keith added himself to the list below Pidge:
…
Dr. Violet Plum - "Professor Plum" - Card #20
Miss Ruby Scarlet - "Miss Scarlet" - Card #19
Ms. Olive Green - "Mr. Green" - Card #7
Monsieur Vinny Rouge - "Miss Scarlet" - Card #21
The door smacked into him from behind, the handle digging painfully into his lower back.
"¡Dios mío, lo siento mucho!" (Oh my god, I'm so sorry) a voice exclaimed behind him. Keith turned with a scowl, this night was off to a terrible start. First Pidge ditched him for snacks, then some random ass hole-ly shit!
Keith stared, utterly dumbstruck, into the most stunning pair of ocean-blue eyes he'd ever seen. His soft caramel skin and radiantly apologetic smile were perfectly enhanced by a baby-pink shirt, colourful floral tie, and deep navy suit. This man was nothing shy of beautiful.
"Sorry, man. I didn't know you were there, hope I didn't bang you too hard," the young man said as he placed his hand on Keith's lower back, guiding them away from the door and into the house.
A larger man in a mustard-coloured plaid suit with a crisp white shirt and brown tie walked in, also apologized to him, and closed the door. But all Keith could do was stare at the eyes in front of him, dazzling as they reflected the deep blue of the suit jacket.
"The name's Señorío Azul Pavo-Real," he said with a smirk, his tongue rolling effortlessly over the Spanish words.
Keith reached for his hand, shook it, and somehow managed to say, "Monsieur Vinny Rouge". Unfortunately, in his nervous state, he put on the shittiest French accent to ever exist and watched as Azul's sexy smirk morphed into a shit-eating grin.
"Dude, if you're going to pick a name in another language, at least make it one you speak," Azul said with a laugh and Keith scowled at him, his earlier frustration returning in full.
"Va te faire foutre," (fuck off) Keith sneered. Who did this guy think he was? He didn't know Keith, how dare he assume that Keith didn't speak French just because he was shit at mimicking the accent. Azul, more like Asshole.
"Woah, woah, okay I'm sorry. You're right, my bad, dude."
Keith looked at him, surprised and puzzled until he noticed the yellow guy laughing and realized he'd actually said that shit out loud. With a huff he turned and walked away, looking to protect what little dignity he had left … and also for Pidge. Or a snack. Or a drink. Or any combination of the four.
The cocktail hour of the party wrapped up at the tingle of a triangle, signalling the guests that it was time for dinner. They were directed to a large dining hall equally as beautiful as the rest of the meticulously restored home.
In the center of the room was one long table elegantly decorated with bone china dishes, crystal wine glasses, and actual silver cutlery. On each bread plate sat a name card, hand-written in beautiful calligraphy. Keith frowned slightly upon realizing he and Pidge had been seated far apart from each other, with Keith being seated near the head while Pidge was seated more centrally.
A large mirror had been mounted above an ornate fireplace, with golden sconces on either side. Another extravagant chandelier hung in the center of the room, above the dining table, and Keith could probably pay a year's worth of tuition with the crystals dangling from it alone. They glittered in the light, casting small rainbows across the vintage wallpaper.
"Brillan casi tanto como tus ojos," (They shine almost as bright as your eyes) a sultry voice crooned in his ear, sending an electric shiver down Keith's spine. Azul dragged his hand across Keith's shoulders as he walked past, the smell of his cologne lingering in his wake. Keith watched intently, unable to withdraw his gaze as the handsome man rounded the table, checking each of the name cards as he went. When he reached the place setting across from Keith he stopped, smiled, and slowly lifted his eyes to peer up through impossibly long lashes as he pulled out the chair and took a seat. "Looks like I got the best view in the house," he shamelessly flirted, the tip of his tongue peeking out to wet his lower lip.
Keith blushed significantly, he could feel it. His entire face was burning as he quickly snapped his head to the side, refusing to maintain eye contact. Azul chuckled quietly across from him.
Scanning the rest of the diners Keith counted at least three other Miss Scarlets present, all wearing versions of the same boring red dress: tight fit, spilling cleavage, high slit, stilettos, etc. They were impossible to tell apart, aside from one being blonde.
There were also four Professor Plum variations, two Mrs. Whites, two Mr. Whites, two Mr. Greens, a Miss Green, Pidge, three Miss Peacocks, Azul, a Colonel Mustard wearing a game-accurate costume, the big guy from the entryway, and two ladies wearing fancy gold dresses. In total, 24 people sat around the long table in a well-dressed rainbow of colour.
Another triangle sounded the arrival of their hosts and a stunning young woman in a soft pink ballgown with dark skin, contrasted by shimmering white hair, stood at the head of the table. She was classically beautiful and elegant with her lilting British accent. Instantly, all of the men, and a few of the ladies, were solely focused on her. The other was an eccentric ginger man with a large, full moustache. His accent was different from hers, likely from New Zealand perhaps, and he introduced himself as the young woman's guardian and longtime family friend. The Victorian mansion belonged to the young woman's family and she had inherited it as a part of her father's estate.
A dinner plate was placed in front of him, the penguin-dressed waiter startling Keith slightly as a tender brisket with garlic mashed potatoes and steamed, buttery green beans stared back at him. God, he hoped it tasted as good as it smelled. It did, oh good god it did!
All through dinner the other guests talked amongst themselves. Their chatter floated around the room, gradually increasing in volume a the meal progressed. With the wine flowing freely, even Keith was starting to feel more at ease and he started watching the others more closely. Each time he looked up, Keith had noticed Azul staring at him. Sometimes it was blatant, sometimes it was a casual side-eye, other times it was a passing glance as he turned his head to switch conversations. Either way, it was clear that the beautiful young man's attention was always partially on Keith at any given time.
Dinner wrapped up with a decadent chocolate cake, melted white chocolate oozing out of the centre as Keith's spoon cut into the velvety delight. Alongside his cake, Keith was served an over-the-top coffee with whipped cream and a cherry. The lady in a lavender pencil skirt seated next to him called it a B52, but Keith was pretty sure that was a plane, a military bomber to be exact. He mentioned this and the lady looked at him as if he were insane before deciding it must have been a joke, laughing it off and turning back to one of the Mrs. Whites.
Keith tried to seek out Pidge Olive but the little gremlin kept avoiding him, determined to reduce distractions and solve the mystery before any other guests. Keith cared about the mystery, he wanted to win more than anything, but he really didn't care to walk around talking to various strangers about their fake identity. Instead, he stayed near the fireplace, snagging the attention of every waiter that passed, and getting progressively more buzzed.
Keith leaned against the stone mantle, watching, listening, absorbing. He didn't need to walk around and talk to people if he just stood right here where he could over-hear the important bits of their conversations, piecing together the clues he needed to solve the mystery on his own.
"You're a hard one to find," a now-familiar voice said as a handsome man in blue stepped out of the crowd. The other guests buzzed about the parlour, not paying them any mind as Azul stood far closer than strangers. He placed his drink, on the mantle beside Keith's and leaned in conspiratorially, "trying to keep the information on your card to yourself? Prevent everyone from learning all the clues so you can win?" he accused and Keith scowled at him.
"No," he replied, not caring to elaborate. Azul merely shrugged, stepping in even closer and causing Keith to blush when he rested a hand on his shoulder, leaning into Keith's ear.
"I don't believe you," he whispered, his hot breath fanning over Keith's neck, sending goosebumps down his back. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine," he teased.
Keith struggled to swallow the lump in his throat, his mouth having gone dry. When he turned to meet Azul's gaze, he found himself drowning in deep oceans, dark and stormy with barely concealed desire and mischief brewing under the surface.
"Bit presumptuous, don't you think?" He sassed and Azul threw his head back laughing. The action exposed his neck fully and Keith watched his adam's apple bob as he did so.
"Am I wrong, Monsieur Rouge? " at the use of Keith's 'name' his tone changed from teasing to seductive and Keith had to admit that no, he was not wrong. Not at all. The wine, dessert coffee, and cocktails he'd consumed thus far had done their job and Keith found his inhibitions carried off with the wind. He didn't care who Azul was, he didn't care that he was in some stranger's house, or that his best friend was around here ... somewhere. All he cared about was how damn attractive this man was and how badly he wanted him.
It had been so long since Keith broke up with his ex. He could use a fun night out, no strings attached. He deserved this, right? Yeah, he totally deserved this. "I think there might be some clues in the other rooms," he whispered between them. Keith leaned in, running his finger and thumb up the lapel to the collar, he rose up on his tippy toes to whisper "follow me," directly into Azul's ear. He grabbed his drink off the mantel and smoothly walked out of the parlour, Azul hot on his heels.
Keith held his breath as the cup bounced on the floor once, twice, then rolled off under the pool table. He exhaled heavily and chuckled, Azul's head hitting his shoulder as he too burst into relieved laughter.
" Dios mío, I thought that would going to break for sure," he laughed, moving his head to kiss up Keith's neck.
"Mmmm," Keith moaned in reply, fisting his hand into the thick brown curls atop his head. "Me too."
"Someone may have heard it," Azul continued between kisses, "we would have been so busted."
Now that was a thought. The glass shattering would have been loud, it would have definitely drawn the attention of anyone standing outside the door. That someone would naturally try the handle, finding it locked and immediately being suspicious of what may be going on inside. They'd probably alert the hosts who would come with the key to the room. They would then unlock it to find blue and red suit jackets laying on the floor, ties flung aimlessly across the room. Naturally, their eyes would follow the breadcrumbs of clothing, rising to discover Keith pressed against their pool table with Azul standing between his legs, lips locked on Keith's neck and Keith's hands fisted in his hair. Oh, what a sight that would be.
Keith moaned at the thought, his hips involuntarily jerking at the image in his mind.
Azul's hands tightened on his ass, reacting to Keith's movement, and he pulled back from the hickey he'd surely been leaving on pale skin. "Hmm," he hummed, tilting his head to the side and studying Keith's expression. "That thought turn you on?" he squeezed his hands again, using his grip to pull Keith's hips closer to his own. "Someone could come in if we make too much noise. They could find you like this: hair a mess, face red, mouth open." he moved his hips to grind against Keith's, pressing them against each other and holding the contact.
Keith's heart picked up, his breath coming faster and harder, he didn't want to admit that everything Azul was saying sounded downright amazing. It's not that Keith wanted to be found, it's just that he liked the idea that they could be found. It was the risk of getting caught that thrilled him and it was the desire for that rush of adrenaline that fueled his next move.
Without warning, Keith surged forward, capturing Azul's lips in his own, and moved his hips into a firm, decisive grind.
"Mmm," Azul moaned, matching Keith's intensity and pressing his tongue into Keith's mouth. His grip tightened again, almost painfully through Keith's suit pants but that was fine, Keith liked a little pain. "Jump," he purred, helping to lift Keith up onto the edge of the billiard table.
Once up, Keith began undoing the buttons on his shirt, pulling and untucking it from his pants as he rapidly tried to undress the man. Azul's mouth had moved back to Keith's neck, sucking and nipping at the bruised flesh as Keith worked to get him naked. "Fuck yeah," he breathed at his partial success, running his hands up the smooth tan skin before him. "You're so fucking hot, holy shit." Azul's hands moved up his back, pulling Keith's shirt along for the ride and Keith couldn't take it any longer. "Fuck me," he moaned, "right here, on this pool table."
Azul stepped back, moving out of the non-existent space between their bodies and stared up at Keith with a mix of disappointment and awe. Such an odd combination. "I don't have a condom, do you?" he asked hopefully and Keith's heart sank as he shook his head. He didn't, because of course he didn't. The idea that he'd be begging to get railed on top of a pool table in the middle of a fancy dinner party had never crossed his mind. Not even for a second.
"Fuck! Okay, um," Azul continued, eyes darting around the room as he tried to think of a solution.
"We could just blow each other," Keith said, moving to jump down from the table, but a surprisingly strong hand pushed him back down; all the way down.
"No, I'm definitely gonna fuck you, I just don't want to use my dick without a condom. But that's okay, I've got an idea," his eyes twinkled with the same devilish mischief as they had before, back in the parlour, and Keith had to admit he liked that look in his eyes. After all, it was that look that'd gotten them in this situation in the first place.
He stepped out from between Keith's legs and made his way across the room, reaching for one of the cues in the rack. He spun it like a drummer readying himself for a solo as he strutted back to the table and Keith swallowed again. Oh fuck, OH FUCK!
Azul stopped just short of his reach and spun the cue one last time, bringing it to land on Keith's shoulder like he was about to be knighted. This close, Keith could see the cue in great detail. It was smooth, narrowing at the tip as it gradually thickened significantly at the base. Azul was going to fuck him with this, he was going to pin Keith down and use this thick wooden pool cue to fuck him as if it were his cock.
Keith really wanted that inside him. Now.
He took hold of the cue and licked his tongue along the side, stopping just shy of the chalky tip. Azul's eyes darkened with desire and he reached into his pocket to retrieve a small, round metal tin. "I don't like mint," he said strangely, "it's why I won't buy chapstick. But I do like soft, smooth lips so I almost always have a tin of vaseline on hand," he smirked up at Keith, eyes rising from the tin in his hand to smoulder through long, thick lashes. "Convenient, isn't it?" he smirked and Keith nearly combusted.
"Take your fucking pants off, right now!" He whisper-yelled. As hot as the risk of getting caught making out was, Keith definitely didn't want to chance getting caught spread open with a pool cue up his ass.
Hmmm, did he? …. NO, no, that would be bad!
"What are you thinking about so hard? Monsieur," Azul crooned, stepping closer to help Keith undo the button on his pants.
"You splitting me open with your giant stick," he replied shamelessly and listened as Azul responded with a satisfied moan.
He'd moved the cue to stand beside them to free his hands as he worked on their pants, tip down on the floor and thick handle resting next to Keith's head. Keith reached out and grabbed the cue, pulling it to his mouth and flicking his tongue across the rounded end, waiting for Azul to notice. And notice he did, his eyes darted up to watch as Keith's tongue coated the wood, the already glossy finish glistening with the added saliva.
"After we ruin this table," Keith purred, "I'm gonna -" he sucked the whole base into his mouth, sliding down as far as he could take it before pulling off with a loud pop, "- make sure we both had a good time."
"Dios mio, Monsieur, que sexy (Oh my god, Monsieur, so sexy). Keith didn't understand a word that he said, except Monsieur, but that didn't stop the meaning from being received. He didn't need to speak Spanish to understand praise from a horny man.
With both of their pants off, Azul stood in his heavily-tented navy blue boxer briefs and stared down at the wet patch forming in Keith's cherry red ones. He hummed his approval as he slowly pulled Keith's off, revealing him fully and directing him onto his stomach. Keith happily obliged.
Over his shoulder, Keith watched as Azul opened the small tin and dug a finger into the greasy jelly. He took a good amount out and liberally coated the base of the cue, leaving it to rest against the table as he moved his greased hand to rub slowly against Keith's hole. He rubbed around the rim with his tumb, applying steady pressure and allowing the tip to catch every so often before finally slipping it inside.
It was clear that Azul knew exactly what he was doing and it didn't take long for Keith to be babbling nonsense as he begged for something more. Azul's fingers filled him, stretching his hole and relaxing the muscles, readying them to take the unforgiving hardness of the wooden cue.
Keith moaned lasciviously, burying his head in his own arm to muffle the sounds.
"It's really too bad we can't make any noise cause I'd really like to hear more of that," Azul lamented, "because good god that was hot."
Keith tried to be quiet, he really did, but Azul's fingers grazed over his prostate at that moment making him cry out in surprise. A firm hand slapped across his mouth, pulling Keith up slightly and forcing the fingers deeper inside him.
" Shhh," Azul scolded, withdrawing his fingers entirely and earning a whine of objection. "I need to find a way to muffle your moans, I really, really wanna hear you but I don't wanna get us caught," he said, and Keith felt the pressure of the hand over his mouth leave also. He craned his neck over his shoulder to watch as the young man walked towards the door, bent down, and picked up a tie. The room was fairly dark and from his twisted angle Keith couldn't tell whose tie it was but it didn't matter, he would happily slobber either of their ties if it meant getting those skilled fingers back inside him, or better yet, the main event.
Azul rolled the tie and gently pushed it into Keith's mouth, "open up," he'd instructed and Keith choked slightly at the size of the balled-up fabric. Behind him, Azul pressed his hands into Keith's lower back, pushing them up along his spine. They moved smoothly, the vaseline on his palms acting as an impromptu massage oil as they glided up Keith's body.
It felt good, the tension in his back releasing as those strong hands worked their way up his spine, grabbing firmly on his shoulders and rubbing at his neck. Keith moaned against the tie in his mouth, thankful for the gag and Azul pressed his head down into the felt of the table.
"You ready?" he purred into Keith's ear, warm breath ghosting over the back of his neck. Keith nodded as best he could and Azul hummed in appreciation. Those strong hands massaged at his shoulders some more, before gliding down his back once more. Two thumbs pressed deep circles into Keith's lower back, relaxing him further into the position Azul wanted to take him in.
The warmth of those hands disappeared altogether and after a breath, the cool, unforgiving smooth wood of the cue pressed against his hole.
"I'm gonna fuck you know," Azul said and Keith tried to nod but the angle on his neck made that difficult. "If you want to stop, or if it hurts too much, just tap your hand three times on the table. Got it? Tap once for yes, nothing if you don't want to continue."
Keith didn't hesitate, Azul barely made it through the explanation and Keith had already tapped the table. The man behind him laughed, the sound ringing like bells in Keith's ears.
"Perfect. Now breathe, baby," he purred again and Keith took a deep breath as the pressure on his hole increased, the fat end of the cue popping inside with a delish stretch.
He moaned loudly as the cool wood filled him deeper than anything he'd ever taken before. Keith's back arched, his head rising from the table as Azule dragged the cue in, and out, slowly fucking Keith deeper and deeper with each press.
"Woah," Azul breathed, his voice escaping all breathy as he took in the sight of Keith's well-prepped ass swallowing the cue with little resistance. "You fucking take this like a champ. Dios , I wanna know how well you'd take my cock," his hand came to squeeze at Keith's cheek, spreading it apart as he continued to press into him with the cue. "Can you take more?" he asked and Keith moaned, tapping the table once in confirmation.
"Beautiful," Azul praised, dropping to his knees behind him as he picked up the pace, fucking the cue into Keith at a speed that left him crying out in pleasurable agony.
Keith's cock was trapped between his body and the velvet of the table, rubbing against the soft fabric with every pound of the cue but it wasn't enough. The soft velvet just didn't offer enough friction to push him along and the lack of stimulation was frustrating. Even more so was the fact that Keith couldn't say, or do anything about it, all he could do was lay there and take it.
"Holy shit, Monsieur , your ass has swallowed almost a quarter of this thing. Fuck," he continued to praise Keith, switching into Spanish midway and Keith moaned as the pleasure built with nowhere to go. If he could only get a hand on his cock he would spill all over this table, fill the side pocket with a bucket load of cum. He could feel it jolt and twitch as it tried to spill but without stimulation his poor cock couldn't release.
The pounding increased in pressure, Keith could feel the base of the cue pressing even deeper inside him, so deep he wondered if he'd be impaled. Not that he minded, this surely would be the best possible way to go; fucked up the ass so deeply the cue came out his mouth.
His poor, neglected cock gave a futile twitch at the thought and Keith laughed at his own depravity, but he moaned nonetheless as the sensations continued to build, and build.
He felt the shifting of his partner behind him through the movement of the cue, jolting again as it pressed heavily into his prostate. "Oh?" Azul teased, pressing the wood over that spot again and watching Keith's whole body jerk as he did so. "Looks like we found the sweet spot back."
Keith was already struggling to catch his breath as the pounding amped up, again. He honestly didn't know if he could take any more, the pressure in his cock had built to an almost painful degree as the cue slammed past his prostate on every entry. Azul drew it out and forced it back at a break-neck speed, sliding Keith's knees right off the rail and onto the table surface. He groaned at the sudden drop but the new angle let him lift his hips slightly high, pressing his ass back into the cue as it forced the air from his lungs.
Keith gasped around the tie in his mouth, choking slightly as he tried to regain his breath. Azul's punishing pace never stuttered, the cue relentlessly fucking into him as his cock dangled between his legs. Keith reached around to grab at himself, desperate to cum, but Azul smacked away his hand.
"Nope, nuh-uh, no way. I wanna see if I can make you come untouched," he said, his words sounding more like a threat as Keith desperately moaned against the tie. He pressed his face down into the table, unable to relieve the building tension any other way.
When a warm, wet tongue licked at the battered ring of muscles Keith nearly cried in frustrated pleasure. Azul's pace remained steady, not faltering for a second and he fucked the thick cue in and out of Keith's ass, his tongue joining in to tease at the abused hole.
One particularly hard thrust past his prostate had Keith seeing stars as his orgasm hit him harder than anything he'd ever experienced. Keith screamed in ecstasy, his entire body shaking with the force of it as he spilled all over the velvet below. His cock pulsed uncontrollably, spurt after spurt of cum shooting out as Keith's collapsed into it.
Azul stopped moving the cue. As Keith came, he pressed it deep inside of him, holding it firmly against the resistance as Keith's inner walls pressed and squeezed against it. He continued to flick his tongue over the abused hole, helping propel Keith through wave after wave of pure ecstasy.
After what felt like an eternity, Keith's consciousness finally returned to his body. He could feel every inch of his skin, each nerve in his body firing tiny aftershocks, sending tingling waves of pleasurable echos.
"Woah," was all he managed after removing the tie from his mouth. He continued to lay there, in his own mess and sweat, breathing heavily as his heart rate returned to normal.
The pool cue had been removed, thank god, and Keith could feel the delicious burn of a well-fucked hole as he clenched and released. He was definitely going to be feeling this one for a few days at least. Struggling against the exhaustion settling into his entire body, Keith pushed himself up.
Azul was sitting on the ground, his cock in his hand and his eyes on Keith's ass. He smirked up at him, clearly straining against the onset of a rapidly approaching orgasm and Keith scowled from the table.
"Stop it," he scolded, gingerly climbing down and settling between Azul's legs on the pristine flooring. Keith smacked Azul's hands out of the way, glaring up at him as he did so. "Pretty sure this was supposed to be my job," he scolded.
"Sorry, couldn't wait. Watching your ass take that beating and feeling you come untouched, the way your hole fluttered around my tongue -" he moaned quietly, biting his lip and closing his eyes as he did so, "- it was too much, I couldn't wait."
Keith rolled his eyes but blushed at the flattery nonetheless. He looked down, replacing Azul's hand with his own and immediately promised himself he'd start carrying condoms on him at. all. times.
While the cock in his hand was nowhere close to the length of a pool cue, it would still require adequate prep work. While Keith was certain he could take this one to the hilt, the girth would definitely be more than he's used to. God, Keith loved a nice thick cock and this one was absolutely stunning.
It was also right in front of him, glistening white precum beading at the head, just begging for Keith to swallow it down. And that's exactly what he did.
Without a word, Keith flicked his tongue across the tip, pushing it into the slit to slurp out the salty goodness gathering there, spreading it down the shaft as he pressed his whole mouth around it. Azul moaned, his hand coming to grip tightly in Keith's hair as he bobbed his head on the thick cock in his mouth. Azul's breath came faster and faster, his hips jutting up to meet Keith's movements and punching his throat painfully more than once. But if their earlier activities, were anything to go by, Keith liked a little pain.
He moaned on Azul's cock as it smashed into the back of his throat again, spit dripping down his chin making for deliciously messy work as he slurped and sucked and bobbed. His left fist had come to join helping to get Azul off as he squeezed firmly at the base, pumping his is hand up to meet his mouth over and over as the man below him slowly lost his mind.
The pressure between his own legs was building again and a particularly hard tug on his hair had Keith's other hand moving to his own cock. If he could get Azul to come down his throat maybe he could make himself come again. The thought thrilled him and Keith set to work, no longer teasing the poor bastard but doubling his efforts.
Just as Azul had unforgivingly fucked Keith until he came untouched, Keith was going to suck the very soul of this man. No mercy.
Azul struggled to keep quiet, the lued slurping sounds of Keith's hard work echoed off the walls in the room and he was sure someone was bound to hear them. There were voices in the hall outside their door now, the guests spreading out from the parlour to other rooms of the mansion, searching for environment clues now that they'd exhausted each other as resources. Someone jiggled at the handle on the doors resulting in the muffled complaint of them being locked and Keith knew they were on borrowed time.
His little fantasy was playing out right in front of his eyes as he watched the handle turn again, Azul stuffing his own fist into his mouth to stifle the loud moan threatening to escape. His hips were jerking again, forcing his cock deeper into Keith's mouth and he knew it wouldn't be long now. He could feel his own end approaching, the warmth in his gut spreading as the pressure in his balls grew.
He squeezed his own base tightly, not wanting to come until he felt the warm, sticky release of his partner but Keith didn't know how much longer he could hold out.
A kick to the door startled them both and Azul shot a thick, creamy load down Keith's throat making him choke on it. Keith released his tight grip and let the ribbons of cum shoot out from his own cock, stroking the both of them through their shared orgasms.
When Keith pulled off, licking up the last precious drop, Azul was rubbing his hands over his face as he muttered under his breath in Spanish.
"Dude," Keith said, his voice raspy and throat raw, "we gotta go. Get dressed and let's get out of here before anyone sees us."
They got dressed quickly, Azul frowning at his slobbery tie as he shoved it in his jacket pocket. Keith tucked his shirt in and peered out into the hall. In a stroke of luck, it was currently empty but he knew that wouldn't last. "Quick," he called, and Azul came running across the room, pressing in the lock on the door.
"If we lock it behind us, no one will know we were the ones inside."
Keith stared at him for a moment in shock. That was so fucking smart!
"That's so fucking smart," he said and Azul preened under the praise.
They slipped out the door, shutting it as quietly as possible behind them and quickly made their way back to the dining room. Azul noted that people may have noticed they were missing from the parlour, so if they were found in another room, it would explain their absence.
They had just moved to stand by the fireplace, grabbing drinks off a passing waiter as they entered the room when Pidge came flying in.
"KEI - Monsieur Rouge!" She called, "guess what! Someone was having sex in the billiard room! There was -" she stopped mid-sentence, narrowed her eyes, and huffed. "- of course it was you. For fucks sake, Keith, I can't take you anywhere."
"Wha - why would you assume it was me?" He asked, defiantly.
"There's cum on your chin, dumbass." She scolded, rolling her eyes as he quickly moved to wipe it away. She huffed at him, muttering about having to cover for his ass yet again as she stormed away.
"So," Azul said, drawing Keith's attention back to his devilishly handsome face and dangerously mischievous blue eyes, "Keith, eh?"
"Ah, fuck!" Azul laughed at the confirmation, the sound of bells ringing in Keith's ears just as they had in that billiard room and he felt the rising blush on his cheeks.
"LANCE!" they both looked over to find the big guy Azul had arrived with storming into the room. "Lance, buddy, the hosts are pissed! That Olive girl and I are covering, but you and your new 'friend' better go. The pool table velvet is ruined and whatever you put on that pool cue - NOPE, shut up, don't tell me, I don't want to know! - apparently, it's not good for the finish or whatever. Either way, you should probably go."
"You're my ride, Hunk!" was somehow the only thing Azul Lance thought to say.
"Olive said to get a ride with him," Hunk said as he pointed to Keith, "and I'll make sure she gets home safe."
Hunk tossed Keith the keys to 'The Grape', Pidge's bright green Toyota Echo hatchback. He levelled a meaningful glare reeking of disappointment in Lance's direction, before shaking his head and walking back to the party.
"So," Keith said with a smirk, "Lance, eh?"
"Ah, mierda!" (Ah, fuck / Ah, shit) Lance groaned and Keith laughed, grabbing his arm and walking them towards the exit. "Wait, you don't know where I live," he argued and Keith stopped to stare at him with heavy eyes.
"That's okay, I know where I live," he said with a smirk.