Pretty woman~ w/ marmorite

[the_tailor]

((ooc: continuation of this!))


[Going back to his usual nights had been a bummer, to say the least. Sure, Lance was used to it, but he couldn't get the boy he met out of his head. In a way, it was kind of nice to at least have someone to fantasize about to make things a little easier to deal with, though he felt bad about using his image like that. But you gotta do what you gotta do in a business like this.

It isn't long, though, before their date night comes up. Lance has spent all evening working on making himself look good. Not his usual hooker-y flashiness, but just...good. Casual but still a little sexy. His jeans are tight enough to be a second skin, and his top shows off his broad shoulders and a little bit of stomach when he bends just the right way. He puts on the lightest bit of makeup, just to bring out his eyes. By the time he's done, his phone buzzes, and--oh. Keith's already here. He quickly pulls on his boots, grabbing his wallet before eagerly heading down the stairs of his building.

When he sees Keith on his bike, he heads over, taking no time in giving him a kiss on the cheek to greet him.]

Missed you, Keithy Keith.

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[the_tailor]

[Oh, hell--

When's the last time he's gotten a blowjob? Lance can't even remember. It's only barely that he manages not to thrust up further into Keith's mouth. No need to choke him. His hands move to tangle in Keith's hair, needing something to hold.]

Keith... Ah.

[marmorite]

[ keith spares a moment to look up, check to see lance is actually enjoying himself... the hands in his hair are a good indicator though. encouraged, he refocuses his attention to the cock in his mouth, settling his hands over slim hips so he can start working his lips over lance's length, building up a steady pace. ]

[the_tailor]

[Watching him do this-- It might be one of the best sights he's seen in a long time. Lance can't do much from his position, doesn't want to push more of himself into his mouth, wants to let Keith dictate the pace, but... Gods.

He scratches at Keith's scalp, biting at his own lip.]

You're good at this.

[And coming from someone in his own profession? That's a compliment, okay! A big one!]

[marmorite]

[ okay, keith definitely can't help the grin on his lips after praise like that. it definitely fluffs his ego, what little one he actually has, and encourages him to work that much harder on making sure lance gets off first. his hand wraps snug around lance's base, while the other keeps his hip steady against the mattress. his head bobs on a more enthusiastic pace, wet, lewd sounds soon filling up the small apartment.

eventually his hand drifts, palming gently at soft skin, and then lower still to run a thumb along the man's perineum, hoping to coax even more sounds out of him. ]

[the_tailor]

[Fffff.... The sounds just turn him on even more, and--

Oh, no fair. Lance lets a loud groan at that touch, instinctively spreading his legs a little. The fact that Keith really is good at this combined with that he hasn't gotten a blowjob in ages means that he's rapidly hurtling towards the edge.]

Keith--if you... If you keep going, I'm gonna...

[marmorite]

[ good, keith thinks. that's just what he wants. he makes that clear in the fervent way he keeps sucking, keeps bobbing his head over lance's dick like it's all he could think about these past two days. (and maybe it had been...) his finger meanwhile continues to work over that spot in slow, methodical circles, only applying pressure every now and then. ]

[the_tailor]

[He can't take his eyes off of him, even if the sight is pushing him even faster along. It's one of the most erotic things he's ever seen in his life by far. How eager Keith is, the way he looks with his lips wrapped around his cock...

It's too much. He pulls at his hair (not too harshly, though), babbling out a warning just before he hits his peak and comes hard into Keith's mouth.]

[marmorite]

[ keith had been so fixated on his task that he nearly misses lance's attempts at warning. he winds up gagging at the first burst of cum, but he quickly readjusts so that he's swallowing each subsequent spurt like a champ. it's been a long time since he's tasted anyone's semen before, but he finds that, much like sucking a dick, it's all pretty easy to get used to again.

once lance finishes coming down, keith finally withdraws, one hand still idly smoothing over the other's thigh in comfort. his other hand has drifted to grope himself between his legs because, well. that was all kinds of hot alskjals ]

You good?

[the_tailor]

[It takes him a little bit to speak, because w o w. Keith's mouth really, really knows how to do things. He gives a little nod, licking his lips as his eyes rove down to stare at Keith touching himself.]

More... More than good. Don't think I can move for a minute or so, so can you pleeeeeeaaaase get naked already, I wanna see you.

[marmorite]

[ keith's laugh is brief, breathy. there's some pink on his cheeks but it's tough to tell if it's from embarrassment or the fact he had just choked on cum, but you know. at least he does as lance asks, and finally shoves the last piece of his clothing off his legs, kicked off to the side. in complete contrast to lance's state, he is incredibly, incredibly hard. but at tempting as it is to touch himself again, he rests his hand over lance's thighs once more, shamelessly caressing. ]

You need water or something?

[ ?? what is blowjob etiquette ]

[the_tailor]

[Keith, how are you so adorable? And--Oh. Oh, Keith is packing very nicely. Lance doubts it's going to take much for him to get hard again too--he's proud of his rather short refractory period. Definitely handy.]

Listen, I'm thirsty as heck, but it sure isn't for water. Come closer, I wanna touch you.

[And he makes grabby hands at him. Isn't he adorable while asking for dick.]

[marmorite]

[ keith can't help it — he laughs again. (distantly, he realizes he hasn't laughed this much in... a really long time.)

he inches closer, crawling between lance's legs with a hand on either side of the other. brings himself just close enough that lance can touch to his heart's content. but not to be left doing nothing, keith will occupy himself with another kiss. and another. and another. ]

[the_tailor]

[Lance happily meets each and every kiss, content to explore Keith's mouth while his hand trails along his body again. It isn't long before he goes right to the prize, wrapping his hand around Keith's erection and starting to stroke it firmly but slowly.

Yeah. This is something he knows he'd actually be happy to do in his free time. Between kisses, he watches Keith's expression, adjusting his grip as needed to really make him feel good.]

[marmorite]

[ their kiss breaks off with a low groan, his hard length practically jumping for joy in lance's hold. as soon as lance touches him, he remembers again how good it feels when someone else is touching you, and his hips arch into lance's hands eagerly.

he drops his head down to rest his forehead against the crook of lance's neck, breathing heavily. ]

[the_tailor]

I want to make you feel better than you've ever felt before, Keithy. God, I want to.

[His free hand cards through Keith's hair, nails scraping against his scalp, as he continues to stroke him steadily. This isn't a job, this is Lance honestly wanting to do his hardest to show Keith a good time. Because he likes him, because he wants him.]

This is gonna feel so good inside me...

[marmorite]

[ keith tries to laugh again — something nervous or bashful but it jist winds up sounding like a strangled moan, half-syllable, half-breath. one of his hands smooths against lance's side, then moves around to flatten against his lower back, and then lower still til he's got his hand clutching around one pert cheek, squeezing and tugging in appreciation. ]

Want — wanna be inside you, [ he pants out, despite clearly enjoying lance's fist around him. ]

[the_tailor]

Then c'mon. Permission granted.

[He gives him a little squeeze and a bite of a kiss before spreading his legs underneath him. Lance isn't completely hard yet, but his cock is definitely stirring noticeably.]

Do you want to prep me, or should I?

[marmorite]

[ keith pulls away with a dazed sort of look. as if he somehow didn't expect it to... happen so soon? so easily??? it seems almost too good to be true, but there lance is, spreading his legs for him. ]

You — what?

[ yeah keith's brain hasn't caught up yet. how is he supposed to think about anything else when lance is presenting himself like this beneath him???? ]

[the_tailor]

Has all the blood gone to your dick?

[He grins, reaching up to boop Keith's noise, because he can.]

You heard me. I want it too. So if you're game, I'm definitely game.

[marmorite]

[ the boop just throws him off even more. (maybe all the blood had gone to his head...)

but okay. game. lance is game. he's game. everyone's game.

now what...??

oh — right. lube! and condoms. he starts to move, grabbing for them, fumbling with some of the packets. okay wait which does he do first — okay, condom condom. just gonna. hastily roll one on.... ]

[the_tailor]

[Keith. Oh, Keith, how are you so unfairly adorable. Lance just wants to curl around you and kiss your forehead and keep you forever. But first, he wants the dickening. Cuddle time can come later.]

I can take anything you throw at me, soooo... You don't have to hold back, okay?

[marmorite]

[ he considered that. like truly considered that. even outside of the bedroom, he doesn't think anyone's ever really trusted him with anything before, and here lance is saying he is okay with everything. he swallows thickly under that kind of faith, even if it simply just lance's faith in his own capabilities...



and then a thought strikes him. ]

...Anything, huh?

[ the packets of lube remain ignored for the time being. instead, keith is reaching down and hoisting lance's hips up, nearly tugging the other man perpendicular to the bed. before lance can wonder what's going on, he drops his mouth down over lance's entrance, making a slow swipe of his tongue over it. ]

[the_tailor]

[Wait, wha--

Lance lets out a squeak of surprise, followed by a moan when he feels Keith's tongue against him. He definitely wasn't expecting that, nope, but to hell if he's going to be complaining. His cock twitches against his stomach, its interest growing by that touch.]

Holy-- Can I keep you?

[marmorite]

[ a breathy chuckle, and a smile around an eager tongue. keith isn't sure what spurred on this particular move, but he's a man of instinct and impulse, if nothing else, and so he's pleased to see it paying off.

he laps at lance's entrance with enthusiasm, getting that tight ring of muscle nice and slick. when he feels lance's thighs begin to quiver, he puts a little more power behind his tongue, slowly pushing in just to feel that ring of muscle give. ]

[the_tailor]

[All he can really do is lay there, giving a shuddering sigh. He hasn't had this done to him in...god, almost ever. Maybe once with an old boyfriend, before he started working this job. Keith seems to know exactly how to use his tongue, and Lance couldn't feel more grateful.]

You...ahhh, 's good...