Spoiled
Peter looked at himself in the mirror, the wound on his lip was bleeding again. He quickly grabbed the napkin and pressed it to himself. He could hide it, a little dark pink gloss would solve everything. The lights would be dark red anyway, there was no way they would notice.
When he started to hear voices, he pulled the napkin away and put the finishing touches on it. He looked at himself in the mirror as usual, perfect. His slim but curvy body, his fluffy hair was the killer part of his look. He loved his waist the most, he loved to wear either tight or revealing clothes that would always show it off, and he loved to adorn it with waist chains.
When he came on stage, there were two other people with him. The lights came on and the music started. He usually didn't look at other people when he was on stage, he performed better when he was just feeling himself. But today there was someone who caught his attention, a man.
A man sitting near the stage with two other men. The other two men didn't seem to care about the performance, more like they were looking around, looking for danger or someone.
Peter could feel the intense gaze of the man on him, he always had it on him, but this was different. Now he knew exactly whose lap he was going to be in when he got off the stage.
As the song changed they slowly walked off the stage, more dancers came behind them and everyone was going to someone. As Peter approached the man, he lowered his leg and made room on his lap, making it clear that he wanted him. Brave man, Peter thought. Most people would usually be tempted to make him sit next to them on the first move.
He quickly sat on his lap and the man wrapped his arms around him. He ran his hands first over the chest of his suit and then slowly down his throat. His bottom rubbed against him in time with the slow rhythm of the music.
The man seemed content. He was immersed in Peter's hands, moving his head wherever he pulled. His hands moved from his spread legs up to his waist, caressing him, squeezing him.
Peter tried not to show it, but the man's touch felt so intense. He was touching him like he was nothing, but his hands were so heavy. Peter finally opened up to the man's neck and started kissing it.
His hands went to his ass and he squeezed it and placed it further on his lap. He could feel his cock, it was so big. He would have given anything to have sex with him, but he couldn't. There was only pleasure here, most people didn't dare to go even this far. Usually the ones who came more than once were this comfortable, which was strange. Because Peter was sure he had never seen this man here before.
When he heard the song end and change, he knew he had to get off the man's lap. When he pulled back, he looked at him. He was still holding him tightly. “What do I have to do to keep you on my lap all night?” Yes, many people could say that, but not everyone could do it. But Peter knew this man could.
He put his hands on his chest again. “That's a matter for my boss, you'll have to talk to him and open the purse strings.” The man's gaze went straight to one of the men next to him and he got up and went straight to his boss who was watching them from the side.
This was actually in Peter's favor. It was a good idea to sit on this man's lap all night, instead of sitting in the boring conversations of these ugly men all night and pretending to fake their drinks.
When his boss gave the signal, he clung to the man's neck again. This time it was like a thank you. “What do I have to do to kiss you?” Peter pulled back with a smile and cupped his face in his hands, “You're not allowed.” The man didn't seem to care, more focused on his talking lips.
Her eyes met his. “But are they allowed to do this to you?” One hand cupped between his cheek and neck and pushed the flesh back with his finger. The wound near his lip stung with the strain. His hand grabbed his arm and pulled it back. “It's not because of my work, it's because of my boyfriend.”
“And where is the person who got you into this?” Quentin was probably in a casino right now, spending all their money. "Why? Do you want him?“
”No, I want something he has."
“A big dick?”
He leaned in close to his lips and said, “I can give you more than that.” He really could lick him right now. But he restrained himself and pushed the man by the neck and kissed his chin. “I just need a big cock.”
“What do you want right now?” What he wanted right now was definitely for the man to wrap his arms around his neck and kiss him like food. “'My boyfriend, I'm so hungry, I need him.” Tony's hands went to his ass again and opened it hard. “Do you need him, or do you want him?” He was definitely a smart man.
His hands left his waist and he lifted him a little on top of him, “I can give you anything you want.” He knew, he already had everything he wanted. “Rough sex?” he asked. “Just one consent and I'll get you out of here.” That would be good, but he had to reassure himself.
“Then what? You'll fuck me and throw me away? Or you'll try to get me into another bar so you can get the money you spent on me?”
“I'm not your street slut boyfriend. The moment you're mine, I won't let you out of my bed even if you want me to.”
Even that seemed good. It would be easier to live his life in one man's bed instead of having so many different men touching him every night. “That's not enough,” he leaned close to his ear, “I want to have sex in every corner of your house.” The man entered his neck and started kissing him. “Don't forget that, I will always remind you of that.”
Again the man who had gotten up the previous time got up and started walking towards the manager's office, was this really happening? The man didn't seem to realize it, he was still kissing him, his eyes closed.
When he came back he said “OK Boss” and the man got up with him in his arms. “But my things” “It'll be taken care of, baby, don't worry.” He realized that he was now moving towards his new life in the arms of a man whose name he didn't even know. This man was crazy. “You're not a serial killer or anything, are you?” he asked the man as he walked.
The man laughed “Something like that. But I'm not going to put you in this life, just stay in my bed and wait for me all day long, baby.” Well, that was a good offer. Peter hugged the man and whispered in his ear “our bed” The man sat in the car, Peter still in his lap.
“Spoiled, aren't you?” Peter gave a small wry smile. The man pulled him closer and spoke again, “You will be even more spoiled, I will give you everything you want.” Peter came close to the man's face and licked his lips. “Everything?” “Everything as long as you are a good boy.”