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“Gun, you’re almost up!” A staff member shouted through the door, the sound loud yet muffled.
“Alright.” Gun replied back into the empty dressing room, his voice softer than intended as he continued to apply some extra glitter to his face, angling his cheeks sideways from time to time. It was the second and last shoot of the day, and he couldn’t even hide his excitement for this particular one.
Gun huffed, arms tired as he continuously tried to touch up on any smudged areas, his face lit up when he was finally satisfied with the end result. The chair scraped along the floor with a loud creak when Gun stood up and away from the vanity mirror, trying to get a full view of his outfit.
The top was just like any other tank tops that he owned, the hem stretching past his waist and settling just above his hips. Gun knew that this photoshoot was to promote glasses specifically, which meant most of the shots would be above the waist at most, but he couldn’t help himself but gave the bottom half of his outfit a distinctive flair.
A lacey white mini skirt hung just below Gun’s hip bones, the fabric uneven as the sides landed way higher than the rest, leaving a slight glimpse of his thighs exposed. The lace felt good against his palms as he patted the skirt down, hoping that it would help soften the wrinkled areas. Gun gave himself a small twirl in front of the mirror, giggling to himself as the edges of the skirt brushed against his legs. It felt incredibly freeing.
The wish to leave his outfit as it is to the photoshoot was strong, however he had been told by the photographer that by doing so would shift the attention away from the actual product. And Gun wondered if he should actually take that as a compliment itself.
Instead, he wore these thigh high level boots from the first shoot, the black leather went down all the way leaving no skin shown as the material connected itself onto the shoes. It looked cool, Gun admitted, though he would totally have preferred without it.
After giving himself another once-over in the mirror, Gun was about to head out when he heard the doorknob twist as the door of the dressing room glided open.
“They told me you’d be here,” a familiar voice entered, the door behind him clicked shut as he continued, “They told me to be quick too.” A slight quirk of his lips could be heard through the words when Off eventually looked up, eyes meeting Gun’s.
Gun watched as his eyes widened, moving to trace across all the lines of Gun’s body before stopping right at the main attraction. “I knew you’d like it,” Gun smirked, his voice sensual and inviting. He observed the way Off’s hands fidgeted on his sides, the urge to reach out evident in his face.
Off took a tiny step forward, “Oh,... I,” his hands lifted up slowly, seemingly at its own accord. Gun stood in place as Off stopped mere inches in front of him, a finger reached out to softly graze the hem of the lace, the touch light and curious, as if he’d never seen such a thing before. Gun let out a sudden gasp when a large hand slotted around the side of his waist, pulling him close towards Off’s chest. “I do. Like it, that is.” His voice deep and honest, the finger that was on his skirt started making its way lower, his cold fingertips caressed against the warmth of Gun’s thighs.
Gun’s breath felt stuck in his throat, the tension surrounding them heavy and all too familiar. Off’s focus was everywhere at once, darting from the skirt, Gun’s face, and ultimately landing on his lips. Before it could lead to anything more however, Gun’s hands were already on Off’s chest, steadily pushing him away. And it was such a delight to see the shock on Off’s reddened face, Gun wouldn’t let him get what he wanted so easily.
“Unfortunately, I have a photoshoot to get to,” Gun whispered, looking at Off through his eyelashes while drawing lazy circles on his wide chest, all with a fake pout of sadness. “Pity, isn’t it?” A small teasing chuckle escaped him as he walked past the stunned man, Gun was about to step out when he turned to Off once more. “But, I’ll let you watch if you want.” And the last thing Gun saw was Off’s widened eyes as the door slammed shut between them.
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The photoshoot went by just as plain sailing as the first one did, with the photographer giving Gun the liberty to choose some of the poses while he would then provide some feedback here and there. It was fun, and Gun would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying himself.
The only difference was the additional figure in the room who stood by the corner, watching silently. Gun could see Off pulling out his phone to presumably capture a few pictures from time to time through his periphery, and the gesture somehow felt voyeuristic even though Gun was fully clothed. Off’s piercing gaze was intoxicating, and Gun suddenly found himself putting up a small show just to see if he’ll get a reaction out of him.
Gun’s hands that were plastered onto his sides earlier were now gliding their way up his own thighs, moving the skirt along with them if only a tiny bit. He knew these probably wouldn’t make it to the final cut, still he could see the tight clench of Off’s hands and how he had to look away to compose himself. The tip of Gun’s mouth lifted up, that was enough for his satisfaction.
“Alright, that’s it for today. You’ve all worked hard.” The photographer yelled out, the crew gave a cheerful clap for each other before they started to carefully maneuver equipment around while chattering about enthusiastically.
Gun handed back the product glasses that he wore to a staff member, he turned to head towards the dressing room when a short woman stylist walked up to him. “Would you like some help with changing?” She asked with a kind smile.
“Oh, uh…,” Gun looked up in search of Off, but he might have slipped away without Gun noticing as he was no longer in his previous spot. A small flicker of disappointment bloomed in his chest as he thought Off would have wanted to continue what they have started rather than to just take some pictures for his spank bank but seeing as he left…, Gun turned back to the stylist, “Sure, I could use some help.”
Just then, “I could help him,” Off voiced out from behind Gun, and the relief he felt with just Off’s presence was instant, but he didn’t let it show. Instead, Gun spinned back to apologize and excuse himself from the blushing stylist when he was harshly grabbed by the wrist before he could even utter a word.
Being tugged like a ragdoll definitely was fun sometimes, but not when there were staff members and strangers walking past them with questioning looks and raised eyebrows, Gun just wished they were nearing wherever Off was taking him to.
To Gun’s surprise, they completely strode by the dressing room and came to a stop at a door far back enough that there would be less people in the area, but not entirely deserted either. Off pushed the wooden door open, leading Gun in by a hand against his lower back before slamming the door shut, the click of the lock echoing into the empty room.
Albeit, it wasn’t exactly empty seeing as there were a few dusty furniture in the corner of the room and some personal belongings that were seemingly left behind years ago. The only thing that stood out like a sore thumb was a single black chair right in the center, the moonlight from the small window above looming over it like a spotlight. It looked clean and new. “Did you set this up?” Gun asked, almost in disbelief.
Without further warning, Gun felt himself being pushed against a nearby wall, the air getting punched out of his throat unexpectedly, making him feel slightly disoriented. He blinked a couple times, and was able to make out the shape of Off in front of him, the gleam of light accentuating the side of his face, yet the heat in his eyes never once left.
Off’s eyes were glazed over, staring at him so intensely he felt a tingle run down his spine. Gun watched as Off titled his head down, the tips of his hair tickling Gun’s nose while hot breath ghosted over his sensitive neck. “You were doing it on purpose,” Off stated, and there was no point in denying it. A hand that was previously on the side of Gun’s waist slipped just below the hem of the skirt, “You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist." His hand started to roam and grip around Gun’s thigh, and he couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the touch. A faint flutter of arousal was gradually building up as Off’s steady hand edged closer towards the growing heat hidden beneath all the lace.
Small nips of kisses started to trail the side of Gun’s neck, and Gun couldn’t stop from throwing his head at the wall in reaction. The thought of just letting Off have his way with him in this empty room, fucking him until he was crying and begging had Gun’s knees buckling. But, he wanted to see just how long he can drag this one out, just how long until the person begging for it was Off instead.
“Wait,” Gun said, pushing Off away slightly, both of them breathless as they stared at each other. Lifting both his arms up, Gun placed them over Off’s sturdy shoulders, pulling him in as he whispered right into his ear, “I’ve put so much effort into this outfit, and you haven’t even seen the full of it yet,” Gun whined, his voice was airy and soft, but it managed to grab Off’s attention just as easily. His nails dragged up and down the length of Off’s back, as he waited a little before continuing,
“Why don’t I give you a show before you ripped these off of me?”
Off’s pupils were dilated and dark, the grip on Gun’s thigh went even tighter as his nails dug into the flesh, and Gun wondered if it was already going to leave marks. Off was stunned beyond words, mouth hanging open dumbly, so Gun decided to fill in the silence. “Hmm?” Gun’s finger dragged across the line of Off’s jaw, “What do you say?”
“I- ,” Off gulped, his body subconsciously following along when Gun pushed him back towards the direction of the chair, before he dropped onto it with a harsh flop. There was excitement and nervousness mixed in his eyes, and Gun couldn’t help a smirk when he stepped back.
Gun started off with a slow walk, trailing his feet forward one after the other, the click of his shoes echoing into the empty room. He came to a full stop in front of Off’s parted legs, the sight of Off looking up at him was truly breathtaking as the moonlight effortlessly highlighted the shine of lust in his eyes. Without looking away, Gun gave his hips a small swirl, the skirt dangling from side to side casually. Using the same tactic from before, Gun set his hands on both sides of his thighs and confidently started drawing them higher. This time, there wasn’t another soul to witness this but the bewitched man sitting before him with his hands controllably clenched on top of his knees, and therefore Gun became bolder. He lifted one of his legs up languidly, the skirt rising higher and higher until Gun could feel the silk of his white undershorts graze his fingertips.
Off’s gaze was everywhere at the same time, his chest going up and down in quick motion as he stared at the exposed skin Gun was allowing him to see. To have Off’s undivided attention set on him was both arousing and terrifyingly addicting, and Gun couldn’t help but want more of it. Crossing his right foot in front of his left, Gun did an elegant spin, the light wind blew the skirt up slightly causing the hem to brush against the tip of Off’s nose. And the only reaction Gun got from that was a quiet gasp.
Facing Off again, he took another step forward, this time without leaving any spaces between them. A hand reached out to rake through the strands of Off’s hair, his fingers scratched along his scalp and Gun watched as Off’s eyes fluttered at the movement. “Please.” Off’s mouth read, although no sound came out of it, yet Gun understood him all the same. The dazed look in his eyes was what did it for Gun, and he couldn’t stand a second longer without Off’s hands on him.
“Touch me,” Gun took Off’s hand in his, and started guiding them to rest upon the side of his hip. One of them stayed anchored on Gun’s side, keeping him in place while the other started to roam on its own. Long fingers clutched onto the lacey fabric, before he felt it loosening and moving lower, Gun shuddered as Off’s cold fingertips skimmed down the back of his knee, sending him goosebumps as the featherlike touch dragged towards his calves. Off gave it a tiny squeeze then continued his way back up, not stopping until his hand went right under the skirt.
Gun gasped shakily when Off directly grabbed through his soaked undershorts and right onto his leaking dick. A sudden wave of pleasure caused his legs to wobble as he felt fingers teasingly brush against the tip. Off used this opportunity to pull Gun forward, until he was unceremoniously plopped right onto his lap with their chests pressed up against each other.
With this new position, Gun could feel the unmistakable hardness poking at his inner thigh. The space between them suddenly became so much and not enough at once. They both let out a groan when Off tried to pull him closer, purposefully rubbing their erections together. “Papii-,” and he was immediately cut short when Off crashed his lips onto his, and Gun felt his breath getting snatched away for the second time that night.
It was as if they had turned into rugged animals under the watchful eyes of the gleaming moon, their lips moving fast and rough as Gun took the lead by using his leverage to roll his hips, with every thrust forward eliciting a small moan from Off, the sweet sound vibrating against Gun’s swollen lips.
Gun was so focused on Off’s hot demanding mouth that he jumped a little when two large hands snaked their way under his skirt, cold hands grabbed at the meat of his thighs before pushing his undershorts aside. “Wait,” Gun moved away from his lips, and Off grunted, trying to lean forward and chase it back. Gun managed to stop him by placing finger on his lips, “I said wait,” his breathier than he had intended. Off’s hooded eyes blinked up at him and he nodded slowly, letting Gun take the lead once more.
Moving a hand from Off’s shoulder, Gun reached back to take hold of one of Off’s hands and steadily brought them up to his lips. And with Off’s eyes on him, he sinfully darted his tongue out to lick around the length of his fingers before sucking three into his mouth at once. They both moaned in unison, Off at the riveting view, and Gun at the feeling of having his mouth full.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Off murmured softly, and with a bit of playfulness, pushed the pads of his fingers against Gun’s tongue, causing him to release something akin to a strangled whine. Gun swirled around the digits for a while, making sure that they were wet and entirely coated with his saliva. And when he deemed it ready, Gun pulled them out and watched as they shined and glistened from the light above.
They both stared at each other with heavy-lidded eyes, as Gun maneuvered their hands back down together. His breath hitched loudly when they finally reached his hole, while Off used his free hand to keep the silk of his undershorts away before gently prodding around the rim, covering it with the moist fluid.
“Hah,” Gun breathed into Off’s mouth as a finger was inserted into him, the stretch no longer painful with the amount of times they have done this. His eyes squeezed shut when another pushed its way in almost immediately after. Off’s pace was fast and relentless, pulling out moans from Gun with every thrust, and Gun’s fingers gripped onto Off’s arms as the waves of pleasure started to grow.
Off was watching him with hazy eyes, his hips grinding up as he tried to seek pleasure of his own by any sort of friction that he could find. A particularly deep thrust caused Gun to tense up, a high-pitched moan escaping as he bounced his hips back against Off’s fingers, trying to get him to hit that sweet spot again and again.
Off quirked up an eyebrow at the reaction, “You like that?” He asked with a smirk, increasing his speed and enjoying the way Gun’s bravado was slipping by the minute. Gone was the goal to have Off begging as pleasure fogged his mind, the desire for release stronger than ever.
“Yes, yes, yes” Gun moaned, “P-please,” he hid his face in the crook of Off’s neck, leaving messy kisses on the areas within reach. Everything felt fuzzy as Gun invited the high to take over him, eyes screwing shut as he felt the familiar build in his lower abdomen.
And then like a flash, it was ripped away as Off’s fingers pulled out.
Gun made a confused noise, an anguished sob threatening to spill out, “Wha-,”
“You’ve teased me all day today, baby” Off said deeply, the pet name sounded rather dangerous than sweet. His fingers went back to Gun’s gaping hole if only to rub around it, not thrusting them in like Gun desperately wished he would do. “Now, it’s my turn to have fun with you.”
With that, Gun was lifted off from Off’s lap and pushed face first onto a nearby wall, Off’s hand on his head softening the force a little. Gun couldn’t help the gasp when he heard a loud ripping sound of fabric, “Don’t worry,” sensing Gun’s thoughts, “You looked way too good in this for me to actually ruin it.”
A movement from the corner of his eye made Gun turn to look, only to see the familiar silk of his undershorts getting tossed to the side. Gun could feel Off’s larger body pressed up against his back, a hand winding its way around Gun’s middle. Then, “Besides, it’ll definitely look even sexier on you when it’s covered in your own cum.”
Gun’s stomach fluttered, and he bit his lower lip to stifle out a groan. Off’s touch never left him as Gun felt shuffling from behind, before a hand was placed right in front of him. Without a single word, Gun knew what Off wanted as he opened his mouth and let his saliva drip onto the awaiting palm.
“Good boy,” and Gun’s head just went a little dizzier. Their close proximity didn’t allow Gun much space to turn around, but with the occasional groans from Off and the slick wet sounds, it didn’t take a lot to guess what he was doing. And soon enough, Off was hiking his skirt up as the head of his dick brushed up against Gun’s hole.
“Please,” Gun whined softly, pushing his hips back as he couldn’t stand a second longer without anything inside of him.
Off chuckled, his lips ghosting over Gun’s ear, “Since you’ve asked so nicely.” And Gun waited with bated breath, as inch by inch, Off slowly buried himself into him. A loud cry spilled out from Gun’s lips, but not before it got cut off with a large hand covering his mouth. Gun couldn’t think, he didn’t care as he tilted his head back until Off’s hips were flushed against his ass. “Shh, I’ve got you.” Off whispered.
And without sparing another second, Off started to move. Instead of going fast and rough, Off’s thrusts were slow and torturous, pulling out all the way before sinking back in full force, jolting Gun’s entire body with the motion. Gun whimpered, wanting nothing more than to get his brains fucked out, his fingers clawed at the arm around his waist, hoping Off would stop the teasing and finally give him what he wants.
“Does it feel good?” Off asked, and Gun answered a small ‘yes’ against Off’s hand, the sound slightly muffled but not totally incoherent. “Prove it, prove just how badly you want this.” The grip on his waist loosened and Gun didn’t waste a second as he pressed his hips back, the angle wasn’t the best but it didn’t hold Gun back from releasing a string of moans.
The hand on his mouth fell down to clutch the side of Gun’s hips, as Off slammed his hips forward to match Gun’s rhythm. “Ah, Fuck,” Gun rasped out shakily, he leaned forward to rest his forehead on his arm, back arching when Off started picking up the pace. “Mmh, right there,” Gun stated, “Right there, right there, right there,” he babbled those words like a mantra.
Gun felt weightless, his hips being pulled higher and higher as Off positioned him so far until his quivering legs were on tiptoes. And with this new angle, Off was pounding on his prostate dead on, hard and determined. Gun could feel tears forming in his eyes as he tried his hardest to keep his voice down. He brought his own hand up to his mouth, before biting at the back of it, the slight surge of pain insignificant compared to the overwhelming bliss that was currently washing over him.
Off wasn’t all that silent either, his groans of pleasure hidden between the skin of Gun’s shoulder as he tried not to get them caught, the vibrations of it sending extra tingles down Gun’s body. The entire room was only filled with the soft sounds of skin slapping paired with silent huffs and muted moans.
“Fuck, I’ve always loved it when you wore lace,” Off’s voice was shaky and high, a telltale sign that he was nearing his orgasm. “You’d look so delicate, so soft, and so incredibly fuckable.” His hands started to dig at the fabric, the initial concern of ripping it slowly diminishing as he used it to pull Gun flushed against him.
Stupefied, all Gun could reply was, “Come in me, Papii,” he said before unleashing another choked out moan. “I want it, need it, please,” Gun was no longer aware if he even sounded half-coherent or not.
“Gun, baby, I’m-,” Off didn’t finish as he bit onto Gun’s shoulder, before Gun felt hot liquid filling him to the brim, and all he did was clenched his hole tighter, trying to milk every drop that he could. Gun made a whimpering noise when Off pulled out abruptly, as he struggled to keep himself on his toes, his trembling legs about to give out at any second.
But then a large hand moved to reach for his dick, pumping him quickly with precision. “You’re doing so good,” Off’s voice tickling his ear, three fingers were then inserted back into him, and Gun didn’t know which way he should chase. All he did was scratch his nails at the already cracked wall in front as he let Off have his way with him.
“Oh, Papii, Papii, ah-,” and then everything went black as Gun’s orgasm hit him, stars bursting behind his eyelids. His body continued to twitch when waves after waves of pleasure flowed over him. It was only with the feeling of soft kisses trailing down his neck did he come back to his senses.
“You did so good, baby,” Off cooed smoothly, gently pushing Gun up to stand on his own on wobbly feet. Gun was still trying to manage his breathing, they both were as they tried to help tidy each others’ appearance up.
Gripping the wall for balance, Gun couldn’t help his eyes from wandering down to the undoubtable spot that was stained white by their previous fits of passion.Gun’s heart dropped. “Shit, we don’t have anything to clean these with.” Gun said frantically as he looked around in search for any discarded cloths or napkins on the ground.
Off’s hands ran down his arms in a soothing manner, “Calm down, no one comes in here anyways.” He said, almost matter-of-factly.
Gun raised an eyebrow, “And how exactly is it that you know that?”
The only reaction he got from Off was a playful roll of his eyes as he pulled Gun closer towards him again, “That’s not important,” he huffed, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he continued. “What’s important is that I should probably take you shopping more often, so that we can get you more of these.” Off finished his sentence by pulling the waist band of his skirt before snapping it back in a teasing way.
“Stop it,” Gun slapped a hand on Off’s chest, faking annoyance as he crossed his arms and looked away.
A small peck was pressed at the corner of his mouth, “You like it,” and then Gun was pulled back in for another kiss, this time it was with a mix of laughter and lightness.
Gun definitely couldn’t deny the offer of being spoiled with more clothes, and to confess that he had a secret dedicated drawer filled with the skimpiest, shortest skirts would just ruin the fun of it all. Besides, that will just be another added surprise for Off to find out once they finally reach home.