by R Phoenix
Leandro couldn’t look away from that mouth, from that tongue, and he licked his own lips to taste his intriguing new conquest once again. “I know you’re the prize,” he murmured roughly, “but what are you the prize for?”
“Is seven your lucky number…?”
Leandro tilted his head, lifting the glass to his lips and drinking from where the young man’s lips and tongue had just touched the rim. “Yes.”
“A contest then… Whoever makes it to seven orgasms first, wins the prize.”
Intrigued, Leandro cast a glance up and down the man’s body. “What do I get when I win? It sounds like I’ve already won the prize I want.”
“You get a new lucky number,” the pretty thing said with a grin. “Eight.”
Leandro laughed. Surely the man with the gorgeous green eyes would want something in return, but that didn’t matter. “Tell me your name,” he commanded. “Then we’ll see just what my lucky number will be today.”
The young man’s face fell — even if it was only a split second — as if he had just been asked a truly difficult question, rather than just his name. He regained his composure remarkably quickly though, even if the answer wasn’t quite so forthcoming just yet.
Amnesia, perhaps, which would mean he’d want his memories back at some point, no doubt.
“Kolt,” the young finally choked out, but the name didn’t really seem to have settled.
“Kolt?” he repeated, drawing his eyebrows up.
“Kol’tso…” Kolt elaborated, but he didn’t sound so sure of himself. It was an unusual name, even for otherkin, though some of the otherkin did like the odd naming convention. Maybe Kol’tso with the clever tongue wasn’t all human after all.
That only made this more interesting.
The hall that led from the human side of the casino to the otherkin side also provided the way up to his suite, and he was tempted to take the long way around just to see how this Kolt reacted to being plunged into otherkin society. But he wanted his orgasms, and he didn’t want to be stymied by a wrong move, or a scared normie he’d need to remove the memories from.
“Well, Kol’tso,” Leandro murmured, putting the glass to Kolt’s lips again and encouraging him to take another sip. “Shall we go somewhere a little more private?”
This time the young man did take the glass from him, contentious little shit that he was. “Only a little?" he asked with a small grin.
Leandro laughed then opened the door, gesturing for Kolt to enter before him. “Would it bother you if it wasn’t very private?" he asked. “End of the hallway. There’s an elevator.” One that would need his code to open, of course, let alone to ascend to the top floor.
“I don’t know…” Kolt said with a shrug and a glance over his shoulder back at Leandro. “I’m not much of a performer, but I’m game to try almost anything…”
“Only almost?” Leandro asked sweetly, letting the door fall closed behind them. Magic shifted around them, lifting the illusions and allowing the noise from the side rooms to filter through. He ignored it, though, following close on Kolt’s heels. A touch of possessiveness took hold of him, and he suddenly couldn’t wait to have the pretty young man naked in his bed.
“What’s behind those doors…?” Kolt asked, slowing his step as they passed one of them.
“VIP area,” Leandro said smoothly. “Something a little more… private.”
“Only a little…?” Kolt asked again, grinning up at him.
“Do you enjoy being so cheeky?” Leandro asked, touching the small of Kolt’s back to urge him to walk again.
“Hmm… I doubt I’d be here if I wasn’t, so yeah,” the younger man said, still glancing around, but eventually coming to size up the elevator. There was something about those strangely inquisitive eyes that made Leandro want to give him something else entirely to size up.
Perhaps they wouldn’t even make it out of the elevator.
Leandro nudged Kolt against the wall, using his knee to spread his legs.
Maybe they wouldn’t even make it onto the elevator at all.
After all, he’d only promised a little more privacy…
There wasn’t much resistance from Kolt beyond the expected bracing against pressure, but as soon as his back hit the wall, he grew compliant. His legs spread readily, and for the first time, Leandro got an idea of just how lithe the pretty thing really was. It made the clothes even more ridiculous.
“Seems like you enjoy my being cheeky too….” Kolt murmured, a little more sultry then. He finished the drink in the glass, then with his free hand, he reached to cup Leandro through his pants.
Leandro groaned, thrusting his hips so his cock pressed against the young man’s hand. “I like lovers with… spirit,” he purred. Or lovers who worshiped him. He liked those too, but this was more interesting than usual.
“Hmm… “ Kolt hummed while kneading his cock carefully. “Here I thought you were just being competitive.”
“Me?” Leandro smiled wolfishly. “What makes you think I’m competitive?" Never mind that he was. Of course he was. Many a bet had been won because of his love of winning.
“Not a bed in sight, not an inch of skin shown, and you’re already pushing,” Kolt’s hand pressed a little harder to punctuate the word, “for that first orgasm.”
Leandro’s smile took on a feral edge. “I’m imagining just what my gift will look like when it’s unwrapped,” he replied. “But I may as well get a head start. See what I’m working with…”
Kolt grinned at that and handed the glass back.
Leandro took it, even though it was now empty, but he had a vested interest in seeing what this wretch could do with two hands.
“If that’s how you want to play the game,” Kolt said, smiling sweetly as he unbuckled Leandro’s belt, “I’m game.” He snapped open the button then sank down to his knees between Leandro and the wall.
Oh, Leandro was definitely game too. He wanted to see just how this was going to go… and the fact that Kolt was starting on his knees was a good start. He wasn’t opposed to bringing his partner pleasure, but this was a competition, after all.
He’d had a number of blowjobs in his time, from people far more beautiful than the young man knelt before him. Yet when he saw those lips part and the tip of that clever tongue reach out for his cock, he went from mostly flaccid to hard in a matter of moments. His member almost bobbed against Kolt’s lips, and he could feel the warm breath against his skin before those soft lips enveloped him and that tongue slicked along the underside of his cock.
“That tongue of yours…” Leandro sighed, his fingers sliding into the soft strands of Kolt’s hair. “You do realize you don’t have a chance of winning this bet, hmm?” He could handle seven climaxes, so long as he got a little bit of a reprieve between them. There were benefits to being fae, after all.
The adage of needing to put a mouth like that to good use proved true, because the only answer he got to his words was the way his cock got swallowed down a little further. It was beyond what he might’ve guessed from someone who looked like he was barely old enough to be considered experienced.
Leandro thrust slowly into that hot, wet mouth, enjoying every second of the blowjob. He didn’t expect to have seven stellar orgasms from blowjobs alone, but he wouldn’t object to it either. Though there was always the matter of it getting uncomfortable to have a cock of Leandro’s length and girth down such a delicate mouth and throat.
As if he’d read his mind and wanted to prove the contrary, he felt Kolt swallow, taking him even deeper, and Leandro’s breathing hitched sharply. His hips took on a life of their own as he thrust without meaning to. There was a tightness in that throat though, squeezing the head of his cock just right.
His hand in the young man’s hair fisted tightly, holding him still a moment, and he savored the feeling until Kolt protested by jerking his head back, smashing the back of his head against the wall with a thunk. “Don’t you stop… “ Leandro groaned,
not wanting a little bump to the head to ruin a great thing.
To his surprise, Kolt didn’t stop. He didn’t even try. Perhaps he should’ve worried about that pretty little head hitting the wall so hard that he was making poor decisions, but he was too lost in pleasure to care much.
Or at all, really.
That talented tongue ran along the underside of his cock every time he drew back, right before he plunged back into the restrictive tightness of the young man’s throat. It was nice to have the upper hand, but part of him wished he’d positioned himself differently. He could face fuck anyone, even an unskilled mouth, but to be able to lean back against the wall and just enjoy the impressive skill the young man clearly had in deep throating cock?
HIs hips thrust forward again, sliding his cock back over that beautiful tongue.
Maybe for his third or fourth orgasm they could change it up… or his eighth.
Wouldn’t that be magical?
The very idea of how he was going to claim his prize had him so aroused that his orgasm took him by surprise. It built up faster than he was used to, and before he could say or do anything, he came with a final jerk of his hips. He pressed a little closer to Kolt, wanting to see just when the kid would break and struggle against him.
Kolt didn’t, and as a result, Leandro didn’t back off, his fingers still buried in the lush strands of hair he gripped.
He groaned when Kolt did better than just not struggle. He felt that tongue work again as Kolt sucked him dry without a single fucking hitch and only the barest hint of teeth against his shaft. It was like the man didn’t even want to win… which only made this more curious.
He urged Kolt off his cock before he could get too sensitive in the wake of his orgasm, and he let out a low, pleased hum as he looked down at the young man he’d just begun to defile. He looked just fine there, pressed in the small space between the wall and Leandro’s softening cock, with his lips and chin glistening from his efforts.
“I’m in for a wonderful night,” he mused. “Shall we go upstairs?”
“Make me…” the little impudent shit said, despite still being out of breath, on his knees, with his hair a mess, and his lips swollen. What gave him the gall?
“Make you.” Leandro let out a dark chuckle. “As you wish.” He grabbed a harsh hold on Kolt’s hair, tugging. “Get up, Kol’tso.”
He saw a startled wince there, and he half expected the man to cry uncle, but once again no such thing happened. He rose without much grace, gritting his teeth, and looking vaguely like an upset kitten, all of which amused Leandro quite a bit. He opened the elevator doors, shoving his prize into it.
Before the doors even closed, he was back on Kolt, pinning him against the wall once more. It was his turn to grope his new toy, hand delving between his legs to see if he was hard despite — or perhaps because of — the rough treatment. He wasn’t as hard as Leandro had been, but there was clearly more than a little interest in a bit of rough and tumble. He was plenty hard enough under the layers of ill-fitting clothes, and Leandro’s grin turned feral.
He hadn’t expected Kolt to be so compliant and submissive, and he wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or disappointed. Yet the young man was also so beautifully responsive, and the bulge Leandro was groping roughly grew harder in his hand. It was all unexpected, from the odd meeting, to the stellar blow job, to the way Kolt wound his arms around his neck and pressed a hot, heavy kiss to his lips to prove his continued interest in the game.
Leandro’s hand found its way under the sweatpants’ waistband to the man’s bare cock. He stroked him at first, then squeezed a little harder, seeing what elicited a reaction.
A soft moan into his mouth, the kiss deepening and growing a little more frantic, then Kolt finally pulled back to look at him. “Fuck me,” he begged breathlessly.
Oh, he’d gotten really fucking lucky. He was glad he hadn’t just ignored the insolent little brat when he’d demanded a drink. Otherwise, his night would’ve been a lot more boring.
Leandro’s fingers deftly stroked Kolt, jacking him off with little care. He didn’t want the man to come yet, after all, but he wouldn’t mind it if Kolt was desperate for him.
“Soon,” Leandro promised, kissing Kolt again. “Very, very fucking soon, Kol’tso.”
5
The elevator ride was both too short and much too long. Leandro had skilled fingers, and they were wrapped around his cock, tugging on him. It felt good — of course it felt good — but it was fucking lonely, and he needed more.
He needed Leandro to be as fucking horny as he was in that very fucking moment.
“Now?" he asked between one kiss and the next when he heard the elevator make a soft sound and the doors opened.
Leandro grabbed him by the back of the neck, propelling him out into the room beyond. It was spacious, well-appointed, modern — but none of that mattered because those hands were grabbing him from behind, needy and greedy, roaming over his hips, his crotch, his thighs.
“In my bedroom,” Leandro directed, “right nightstand, top drawer. Get the lube and bring it back to me, then we’ll start in the den.” The man leaned in close and nipped at his ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk,” he promised darkly.
He’d heard that often enough, but this was the first time he was inclined to believe it. Leandro wasn’t exactly gentle, and he took things a bit too literally when it came to dirty talk — not to mention the way he used his cock like it was a fucking weapon…
He felt hot and a little queasy and his heart rate was soaring. It was hard to pry himself away from the warm body that promised all the delicious lust and sex he could want. He hurried once Leandro let him slip from his grasp, but even in his rush, he couldn’t help but pause.
The bedroom was a dream. It was large, just like the bed that was in it. It had to be a double king, as it was larger than anything he’d ever seen. Starting in the den now seemed like quite the pity, because he wanted to try fucking on that bed, where it would seem like there were no edges…
His hands were trembling when he opened the drawer of the night stand and searched out the lube. That wasn’t the only thing in there. There were some ropes, and toys and—
He slammed the drawer shut, clutching the lube in his hand as he tried to ignore what his mind did with that much fantasy fuel.
Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to be able to tie someone down and just drive them fucking insane with lust for hours.
“I got it…” he said, a little feebly, as he held up the lube.
Leandro smiled, all confidence and control despite the lust radiating off of him. The man wanted him. He knew that without a shadow of a doubt. Everyone always wanted him, but Leandro was still in control of himself — too much so, really. He should’ve been half-mad with desire already. People usually were by this point.
Leandro grabbed him, kissing him hard and deep. He shivered as strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
The man’s hands slid from the small of his back down to his ass, cupping and squeezing. “Tell me,” he said between kisses, “why someone as beautiful as you is dressed like… this.”
No one had ever asked. No one had ever had the presence of mind to question much of anything once he turned on this… this thing that he did. But here was this beautiful guy just making fucking conversation. He didn’t know what to make of it.
“Tell me why I’m still wearing it,” he retorted, sliding his own hand up under the man’s shirt. The skin was surprisingly cool under his fingers, and he allowed himself to feed from all those emotions, just a little. He had to keep taking small amounts, because challenging the man to a fuck-a-thon might not have been his best idea if he wanted to keep him alive.
Leandro laughed, breathless and husky, dropping the conversation instantly as his hands went to the hem of Kolt’s sweatshirt. “A minor oversight,” he murmured, tugging hard at it.
The oversized sweatshirt came off easily, but he didn’t want
to be the only one half dressed. Hell, he didn’t want either of them to be dressed in any way, shape, or form, and he made quick work of Leandro’s shirt.
The silken button down was smooth in his hands, and he barely had the patience for the buttons at all — even less so with Leandro’s hands roving across his skin as if they were running out of time. He just yanked at the last one when the man’s lips and tongue pressed against the side of his neck.
He wasn’t sure what made the man think he was beautiful. Compared to Leandro, everyone he’d ever laid eyes on had been fucking plain. Including himself — and he was always good-looking, no matter what face he wore.
It was nothing compared to fucking radiant alabaster skin, the perfect long lines of gracefully defined muscles, the symmetry, and flawlessness of Leandro’s body. He let his fingers trace the lines for a moment, moaning softly as he felt the man’s teeth graze along the soft spot just behind his jaw.
“I thought you wanted to win this…” He pushed Leandro’s shirt off of his shoulders further — still marveling at how good he looked under it all.
If he ever ended up looking like that, he’d never fucking wear clothes again.
“I’m going to win this,” Leandro said without hesitation. This time, his hands went to the waistband of the baggy sweatpants. “And you’re going to be riding my cock in…” He pulled hard at the strings, making the pants drop halfway down his legs without much effort. “Under a minute.” He smirked. “Do you think you can handle that, Kol’tso?”
The name had such an odd ring to it, and he wasn’t even altogether sure why he’d used it, other than he had never cared much for Darren. Kol’tso did roll off the tongue with surprising ease, even if it didn’t feel like it should.
He wet his lips, wordlessly grabbing the front of Leandro’s pants and shoving them down. He knew the size of that cock, and he knew it wasn’t exactly small. Leandro was beautiful, well-endowed, and well-to-do, which meant there was probably going to be a pissed-off wife somewhere. Or he was just one among many lovers.