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The night air in Washington D.C. was thick with unpleasantness.
Every time the humid breeze clung to the lining of his suit, Alec shrugged his shoulders unconsciously, trying to shake off the weight. The man walking beside him, however, seemed completely unbothered, his steps light as they moved across the concrete pavement.
"I’ve got the perfect place for you, Alec."
There was a scent of danger in Blum’s voice when he said it. He sounded gleeful, like he was guiding someone into a secret underground vault.
"…I don't trust your definition of 'perfect'."
Alec growled the words low in his throat, but Blum just glanced back at him and smirked. His curly hair bounced under the streetlights, his hazel eyes gleaming with a mix of joking and genuine desire.
"You don't have to trust me."
Saying that, Blum took Alec's hand. Alec let their fingers intertwine for a brief moment as they walked, but quickly pulled away, untangling his hand with a sharp movement.
"Someone will see."
"Let them. It’s a free country, isn’t it? Love should come in many forms."
Blum spouted the righteous-sounding logic with a cheerful lightness. There was a bounce in his step, as if he were convinced this street was his own personal stage. Or perhaps, in a way, it was.
To Blum, America was a familiar, sleazy arena. He believed he could manipulate desire, power, and rules at his own discretion. Alec found that arrogance grating. What was most troublesome, however, was that he also found it unbearably dazzling.
As they moved through downtown, the scenery around them began to shift. Leaving the area lined with high-end restaurants, the neon lights grew duller, and the shutters of the shops dotting the street were plastered with layers of graffiti and stickers.
"How far are we going?"
When Alec asked, Blum suddenly stopped and turned around.
"Almost there. ─── Look, right there."
Blum pointed to a building that stood alone at the end of a narrow alley, slightly removed from the main street. It was surprisingly low, looking completely out of place. The concrete walls were cracked, and the neon sign was half-broken.
《Capitol Pleasures》
Only the "e" and "s" in the sign were blinking awkwardly.
The glass doors were caked with handprints and grime. Old posters featuring photos of half-naked women were plastered on the outer walls, but the colors had faded completely, and half the paper had peeled off, hanging limply.
"…Is this a cinema?"
Alec stopped, furrowing his brow in suspicion. But Blum offered no explanation, simply replying with a casual "Yeah," before moving ahead and placing his hand on the door handle.
"Wait a minute. This clearly isn’t a normal place."
"Exactly. Of course it’s not normal."
Blum turned back, evident amusement floating on his face. When he opened the door, lukewarm air clung to their skin. It was unclear if the air conditioning was working; a tepid humidity stuck in the back of the nose. Mixed in with it was the smell of dust from old carpets, mold, and… an indescribable, raw stench of lingering human bodies.
Alec wrinkled his nose unconsciously.
Deep inside that space, behind a ticket counter, sat a receptionist.
He looked to be in his sixties. Wearing a wrinkled jacket over a greasy T-shirt, his graying hair was a mess. Stubble clung to his chin, and with fingers yellowed from tobacco tar, he was in the middle of picking leftover popcorn or something from his teeth.
Alec nearly turned on his heel to leave, but Blum’s fingers caught his wrist before he could moves.
"Tickets?" the man asked. Blum pulled a few crumpled bills from his pocket and tossed them carelessly onto the counter.
"Two. Back row."
"Sit wherever you want," the man grunted, sliding two dirty paper tickets across the counter. There was a stain floating on the edge of the paper.
"What the hell is this place?" Alec whispered, and Blum laughed.
"Like you said, it's a movie theater. A legitimate one. It has a reputation for a great collection of 70s masterpieces."
"Reputation…? Whatever way you look at it, this is… well, unsanitary."
"It has character, don't you think?"
Alec lowered his eyes once and sighed deeply. He took the filthy ticket and followed Blum into the theater. Pushing aside heavy velvet curtains, a cold darkness immediately spread out before them.
Men were seated sparsely in the audience. They were all uniformly silent, sinking into their seats, their movements strangely slow. Not a single one seemed focused on the screen, and their expressions, illuminated by the reflection of the light, looked somewhat vacant.
And what was playing on the screen was───
"I knew it," Alec muttered darkly.
It was obviously 70s porn. Noisy color tones, outdated hairstyles and fashion. The image quality was rough, the sound muffled, and the moans of a man and woman mixed with saxophone background music shook the damp air.
"You brought me here to watch this…?"
"I didn't come to watch. I came to savor the atmosphere."
Blum said this as he dropped his hips onto a red velvet seat. Then, he tapped the spot next to him, urging Alec to sit.
"I have a very bad feeling about this, Blum."
"Let's see how accurate a detective's intuition is."
Alec stood frozen for a moment, but eventually, with a heavy sigh, took his seat. The moment his back touched the leather, he felt a faint dampness and involuntarily stiffened.
In the dim theater, only the moans flowing from old speakers and the noise of grainy film drifted through the air.
On the screen, a man and woman from the 70s were entangled. The woman, her soft blonde hair messy, licked her lips as she straddled the man, shaking her body unreservedly amidst amateurish lighting and composition. The man, with a hairy chest and a beard, thrust his hips while sweating profusely, relentlessly kneading the woman's breasts.
Alec stared at it with an indescribable expression. Honestly, he felt absolutely no interest. The woman's sighs, the man's groans—they all sounded staged and fake. Shallow, artificial pleasure was squirming on the screen.
And yet─── the man next to him was oddly quiet.
"…Did you bring me here just to show me this?"
At the low whisper, Blum didn't shrug, but slowly tilted his head to look at Alec.
His expression was lit by the faint glow leaking from the screen, illuminating only one cheek. A smile played on his lips. It was a vulgar smile, yet strangely picturesque.
"No. I didn't say this was all."
With just that, Blum turned his eyes forward again, so Alec followed suit and stared at the screen.
In the movie, the woman changed the angle of her hips, digging her nails into the man's sweaty chest. The old background music seemed about to be drowned out by the creaking of a cheap bed, yet it somehow tried to forcibly heighten the scene.
The moans were too loud, too deliberate, and felt grating to Alec's ears.
"Terrible acting…"
When he muttered that, Blum chuckled softly.
"Ah, but it has supreme charm. It’s crude, sweaty, but in a way, it’s honest. It’s an outdated method from decades ago… trying desperately to get men to handle their cocks."
It was irritating how affection mixed into his tone. Blum had a habit of validating things like this as "culture." He would cover the filthy reality with some witty irony and approve of it.
Alec crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. The actress's naked body filled the screen. His body didn't react in the slightest to such obviously manufactured responses.
…However, there was a slight heat in the warmth transmitting from his side.
Blum was supposed to be looking forward, but Alec could sense him quietly regulating his breath, staring intently at Alec's profile. Saying nothing, doing nothing. Just waiting─── for the time when something would begin.
Averting his gaze, Alec asked quietly.
"…What do you want to do in a place like this?"
"Just watching a movie. With you."
"Liar."
"Then why don't you leave?"
Blum's voice was low, rolling in the back of his throat. For a moment, Alec lost the words to reply.
True, there had been plenty of chances to leave. But the trigger to stand up had somehow fallen into Blum's hands. It felt like invisible reins were entangled somewhere inside him.
Blum's fingers gently touched Alec's knee under the armrest. It was sudden, barely a touch. Yet, his heart skipped a beat.
On the screen, the man seemed to have reached his climax. The actress arched her back exaggeratedly, her high-pitched moans melting into the room along with the film's noise.
Watching it in silence, Alec realized his breathing had become shallow. In the darkness, Blum's fingers began to crawl softly from his knee to his thigh.
"…Ng."
Blum's hand grasped Alec's crotch softly over his slacks. In that instant, goosebumps shivered across his skin. At the same time, his breath nearly stopped. Realizing he was slightly hardening inside his underwear, he clenched his back teeth.
As if mocking that reaction, Blum caressed him, his fingertips tracing the shape of his testicles. Slowly, repeatedly, occasionally squeezing firmly or letting go on a whim.
Each time, a sweet sensation seemed to pool deep in his lower back.
"Stop it…"
When he said that, Blum finally stopped his hand. Then, peering into Alec's face, he whispered in his ear.
"Lick mine."
Blum spread his legs, creating a space between him and the seat in front, and patted his own thigh as if telling Alec to crouch between his legs.
"Alec," Blum called low.
It was much closer to a whisper than before, sweet, yet containing the ring of a command.
"Hurry. Put your face here."
Alec felt like he couldn't breathe, unable to move immediately. But amidst the heaviness that felt like being tied to the chair, his legs trembled slightly. The sensation of Blum touching him still clung to his body and wouldn't let go.
Blum pulled his hips back slightly, put his hand on his zipper, and slowly lowered it. Through his underwear, the shape of his obvious erection emerged.
In the dim theater, amidst the flickering light of the screen, the bulge of Blum’s cock visible through the fabric looked strangely raw.
"I’ve been ready for a long time."
Whispering this, Blum patted the open space between his knees one more time. Pop.
Alec bit his lip. He didn't know why he couldn't resist. It was such a ridiculous situation. In a place like this, with a partner like this, ordered like this—and yet, his body was heating up on its own.
Exhaling a bitter breath, he shifted his body forward while keeping his head down.
Curling his back, he slowly sank between Blum's knees. The seat he had been sitting in just seconds ago moved upward in his vision, replaced by Blum's legs and his slightly open crotch right in front of his eyes. Alec remained on his knees, holding his breath.
This was a movie theater floor. Greasy old carpet touched by who knows who. That fact made his skin crawl silently.
But Blum said nothing, didn't rush him, just looked down at him intently. The heat of the gaze pouring from above felt like it was burning his head. Imagining how he looked crouching there, his throat trembled.
From between Blum's legs, the smell of a man drifted thickly. The sweet lingering scent of cologne, body heat trapped inside a shirt, and… the more direct smell of arousal.
As he unconsciously stopped breathing, Blum's thighs moved slightly, closing in to sandwich his cheeks.
"…Alec."
At the sound of his name, his shoulders jumped.
"Stay like that. Look up."
Slowly looking up, he saw the front of the trousers loosely open.
The shape of the penis pushed up against the underwear clearly asserted its existence with hardness.
The soft fabric confined the taut heat. Something slightly seeping from it invited his gaze.
"You want to lick it, don't you?"
Blum's voice was soft and terribly cruel. Just those words made Alec's cheeks burn hot. But he couldn't look away. He felt that if he looked away, he would lose.
His throat was parched. His breath was trapped, his tongue heavy. Opening his lips slightly, he brought his face closer slowly, and Blum laughed happily, a small sound.
"Good boy."
Those words pierced him strangely deep. With shame and lust mixed together, Alec finally traced the shape of Blum's bulge with the tip of his nose.
Pressing against it over the fabric. Not using fingers, not using his voice, just touching it with his face. The heat felt through the cloth was too raw, squirming like a living thing.
He could tell the tip wrapped in underwear was pulsing slightly in time with his breathing.
"…Ah… truly… a good boy."
Blum muttered low. It was less a word and more a sound of pleasure mixed with a sigh. That voice sent shivers down his spine.
On the screen, the scene had just changed. Moving to a hotel washbasin, the actress reapplied her lipstick while a man’s hand pulled at her nipple. Gazes exchanged through the mirror, a faint smirk. An entirely fabricated, unpleasant form of eros.
The lighting was bad, the sound muffled, the direction foolish, yet on the screen, the procedure of ejaculation and climax continued strictly.
While listening only to the sound, Alec returned his consciousness to the reality in front of him. It was somewhat ironic that he was feeling a much denser heat than the man on that screen.
"Use your tongue."
Blum ordered simply. Alec's face stiffened slightly, but he did not resist the words. He pressed his lips to the underwear and slowly traced the tip through the fabric. The wet sensation transferred to his mouth.
"Nn… yes, that's it."
A voice sounded from above as if patting his head. It was a voice sweet enough to make him shudder.
On the screen, the actress dropped to her knees, opening her mouth at the man's feet.
The camera licked her figure from an unnatural angle, white lighting clearly showing even body hair. The woman's face was distorted in pleasure painted by acting, and the man repeated groans according to the script.
And now, Alec was on his knees in the same posture as that actress. In air much damper than inside the screen, soundlessly, relying only on breath.
In a space where no one should be watching, the sensation of being watched clung to the back of his neck.
Over the fabric, he traced the shape with the tip of his tongue. The slight dampness on the fabric—was it his own saliva, or—his head was too hot to even consider such things.
He couldn't raise his gaze. He felt that if he met Blum's eyes now, something would break. Alec caught the edge of Blum's underwear with his teeth and dragged it down. As he did, the exposed flesh sprang up with force, hitting his nose. He reflexively closed his eyes, but quickly lifted his eyelids to check what was before him.
The flared head and the thick shaft. It was a size larger than his own familiar one, sitting there releasing a masculine scent. Alec involuntarily pulled his mouth away, his throat trembling.
"…Ah…"
A voice he couldn't recognize as his own, weak and trembling, leaked out. His heartbeat intensified, making his chest feel tight. Hot blood rushed through his body with a roar.
His mouth was terribly dry, and Alec hurriedly swallowed. Looking down at him, Blum smiled faintly.
"Go on, lick it."
Urged by those words, he extended his wet tongue again. When he slowly licked the frenulum on the underside, the entire head swelled further and pulsed.
"…Alec."
The voice had lost just a tiny bit of its usual composure. That slight fraying was strangely sweet.
On the screen, the actress arched her throat wide. As if matched to this scene, the man's ejaculation was shown in close-up, the white image blurring and swaying within the faded grain of the film.
It was somewhat dreamlike, comical, boring—yet, right in front of Alec existed a composition that was more realistic, pregnant with more heat, like an inverted reflection.
Alec slowly traced the glans with his tongue. There were no words of reproach. Only Blum gripping the armrest with one hand, his breathing shallow.
"A little more… deeper."
Following the whisper, he opened his mouth and slowly took Blum in. Weight and heat sank onto his tongue, and saliva flooded the back of his throat. Every time he bobbed his head up and down, the tip hit his soft palate, wetting the corners of his lips.
Blum's fingers gently touched Alec's hair. Like stroking, like tracing, the fingers swayed in time with the breathing.
Careful not to move his shoulders too much, Alec pursed his lips and repeated the up and down movement over and over. Opening his throat, feeling himself dampen inside a little more each time the tip touched the root of his tongue. Saliva naturally overflowed, running down his cheeks to his chin.
Blum's breathing became a little more chaotic, but he never raised his voice. As always, calm, quiet—which conversely deepened Alec's shame.
"…Keep going, just a little more."
Those words crawled up the back of his neck like a heated blade. Instead of answering, Alec wrapped the tip of his tongue around the underside of the head, tracing it repeatedly. The sensation of a slight twitch spread inside his mouth.
"I'm close… drink it all."
Immediately after the low voice, the thing thrust deep into his mouth trembled violently before spewing out thick fluid. While he shuddered at the sensation of the heavy slime passing through his esophagus and falling into his stomach, his hair was grabbed and held in place. Unable to escape, he drank everything as told.
Finally pulled out after swallowing, a red tongue lingered as if in regret, causing a white drop to trickle from the corner of his lips.
He couldn't lift his face. Because of the shame and heat, he was afraid to make eye contact. He felt that admitting what he had just been doing would lead to an emotional collapse somewhere.
On the screen, the man lay face down on the sofa, and the actress, still naked, lit a cigarette.
Her figure looked somewhat empty, like a shell after being completely consumed.
After the pleasure of acting, emptiness always awaits. Alec pretended not to see it.
"Alec."
Blum's voice resonated suddenly gentle. A presence approaching his ear softly. The hem of the shirt touched his face, tickling him.
"Show me your face. Hey, look at me."
Alec shook his head slightly, biting his lip.
"…Shut up."
The voice he returned was hoarse. Surprisingly weak, even to himself. But it was the last fortress he built to keep himself together at the very limit.
Hearing that, Blum laughed quietly. Saying nothing, he reached out gently and stroked Alec's chin.
"Alec, take everything off below the waist."
"Eh…?"
For a moment, he didn't understand what was being said. Blum, seemingly impatient, reached out and tried to forcibly pull down Alec's slacks.
"W-Wait…! I can't strip in a place like this…!?"
"No one here cares, and no one's going to call the cops. Just hurry up."
Before he knew it, the front of his shirt was spread open, his ass was groped, and his underwear was dragged down along with his pants. His lower body was exposed, shivering at the touch of the cold outside air. He was surprisingly hard, the tip already wet.
Unable to bear it, he looked down, only to have his buttocks suddenly grabbed by both hands. He shuddered at the sensation of being spread open.
"Oh, did you prep yourself just to meet me?"
The moment Blum said that in a delighted voice, blood rushed to Alec's face. He knew there was no way Blum could have seen that, but the thought that he might have was maddening.
Even with few people and the darkness, it wasn't invisible. He was illuminated by the light of the screen. The more he thought that some audience members might have noticed, the more unbearable the shame became, but on the other hand, he realized he was aroused by such an immoral situation.
(This is the worst…)
Alec wanted to hold his head in his hands, but the man in front of him wasn't sweet enough to allow that. Silently, he placed a finger on the rim of Alec's anus and applied pressure to push it open.
"…Hic!?"
Squelch, the sensation of entry. A strangled scream leaked from his throat at the violating strangeness.
Blum's finger moved deeper and deeper, rubbing against the inner walls. The bizarre sensation of his insides being scraped gave him goosebumps, and he tried to pull his hips back. But the other arm wrapped around his waist, gripping him tightly so there was no escape.
"Amazing, you're completely loose. You really were playing with yourself alone."
Saying that, Blum spread the inner folds in a circular motion.
"Nngahh!? Ah…!"
At the sudden intense stimulation, he cried out involuntarily. When he hurriedly tried to cover his mouth with his hand, his wrist was caught and stopped. He tried to resist, but he was no match for Blum's strength.
More than that, he knew he couldn't put any real strength into it in this situation, so resistance was futile.
"Heh, that was a cute noise. You can let me hear more, you know?"
Laughing happily, Blum pressed the tip of his erect penis against the opening and thrust in all at once.
"～～〜〜Ahhh!!"
His spine trembled at the pleasure akin to the relief of excretion as it slid in, and his breath hitched. Every time it was pulled out to the limit and then thrust vigorously to the deepest point, he felt a sensation like his mind going blank. His vision flickered, and he desperately endured losing consciousness, but gasps leaked from his mouth incessantly.
"Those are some hell of a noises."
It wasn't Blum's voice; it was a man's voice he didn't recognize. Gasping and returning to his senses, he realized the surrounding gazes were gathering on him. Shame surged up instantly, and he felt his heart beating violently.
"No, this is… no…!"
He denied it in a panic, but Blum's movements didn't stop. Rather, he was tormented with movements even more intense than before, rendering him unable to even speak properly.
"Ah, w-wai… wait… ahh!"
His tone became pleading, which made him feel even more ashamed, but he couldn't help it. The moment he saw one of the surrounding men grinning at him, he clenched tightly behind.
"Does being watched turn you on? Just as I predicted. I'm glad I brought you here."
Blum laughed as he said that, continuing to shake his hips roughly without stopping. Because of that, the wet slapping sounds from their connection echoed, further fueling his shame. While wanting to disappear from the sheer embarrassment, he could only endure the pleasure being given.
"Your partner makes a surprisingly cute face. Just watching is getting me hard. Can I have a go next?"
Hearing the man nearby say that, Alec felt the blood drain from his face. Fear and anxiety mixed, and his heartbeat accelerated.
He felt gazes licking his body as if assessing prey. He instinctively clung to Blum's body to hide.
"Sorry, but he belongs to me, so stick to spectating."
After refusing, Blum turned his gaze back to Alec and whispered in a low voice.
"I won't let anyone else touch you, so don't worry."
The whisper was close enough to touch his earlobe, stroking his skin along with his breath. Despite the gentle tone, it carried a freezing heat. It was a declaration of "ownership."
Alec squeezed his eyes shut. Still on Blum's lap, he hunched his shoulders and pressed his forehead against Blum's chest. Even burying his face in his chest, the audience's gazes felt like they were piercing his back, and sticky sweat floated up.
"We need to let them see and know that we love each other properly."
Speaking in a deliberately theatrical tone, Blum pinched the nipple on Alec's chest. Alec, tormented on both sides at once, could only raise a scream-like voice. Pinched and pulled by thumbs and forefingers, then crushed between the pads of fingers. When nails dug in and pushed, he arched his back in strong pleasure along with the pain.
"Does he like pain?"
"Oh yeah. If you pull the tips of his nipples hard like this, he writhes in joy. He can even cum just from his nipples now."
"Is that so? You're being spoiled rotten by your boyfriend, huh?"
He felt his cheeks heat up at the exchange between the surrounding voices and Blum. It was true, but he couldn't admit it. So he tried his best to glare, but Blum just continued the caresses, seemingly unbothered.
"Come on, don't hide it."
Due to the relentless caressing of his chest added to the piston movement, he felt his reason gradually fading. He had reached the point where he forgot this was a public place and was shaking his hips himself. Noticing this, Blum smiled with satisfaction and thrust into him even harder. At the same time, his nipples were pulled up, and a shock like sparks flying ran through his vision.
"Coming… ng…!! Blum… Ahh!"
At that moment, he felt something snap in his head, and in the next instant, he reached his climax. Against Alec, who was twitching and spilling semen, Blum also seemed to be reaching his limit, his movements becoming violent for the final spurt. The dry sound of skin colliding mixed with sticky wet sounds, making him feel violated even through his ears. Eventually, with a low groan, he felt a large amount of white fluid being poured deep into his womb.
"Glad you got filled up plenty inside, brother."
"I can see the hole still twitching."
"You have a lewd body that doesn't match your prim face."
Vulgar words were thrown at him, but he didn't even have the energy to retort now. While repeating shallow breaths limply, the screening time seemed to have ended before he knew it, and the lights in the theater came on. Squinting at the brightness and looking around, the audience had long since left, leaving only Blum and Alec.
Alec exhaled shallowly, his forehead still pressed against Blum's chest. The sound of blood rushing in his ears was loud. His legs trembled, and he had no strength, as if his back had given out. Every time the lukewarm wind from the air conditioner brushed his skin, goosebumps rose on his sticky, sweaty back.
"Was this your goal?"
"Thanks to that, I was able to show off my cute lover."
"Don't you ever… bring me to a place like this again…"
Alec frowned, but couldn't find any more words to return.
He didn't even have the leeway to get angry at that phrasing, which sounded mocking yet somehow proud. Rather, a resignation resembling a bitter smile seeped into the back of his chest—ah, as expected, this man is…
As he surrendered his limp body, Blum began to slowly stroke Alec's hair as he sat on his lap.
His fingertips were warm and sweaty, and his hair was pulled slightly with every movement. Even that force felt strangely comfortable now.
With the lights on, all contours were exposed. Dirty carpets, worn seats, old wallpaper. A faint remnant of porn drifted, and only the damp presence of the audience after leaving remained in the air.
"…Worst place ever."
At the single phrase he finally squeezed out, Blum chuckled deep in his throat.
"But it wasn't bad, was it?"
"It was the worst."
When he answered immediately, Blum nodded with satisfaction.
"Good. Then it's a success."
Saying that, he wrapped his arms around Alec's back and slowly pulled his body closer as if to help him up.
He didn't try to force him to stand. He just gently accepted the posture that had collapsed in the afterglow. That, conversely, seemed like a concern typical of Blum.
"…I can't stand."
"That's fine. Just stay like that a little longer. Let me soak in the afterglow of my proud lover."
When he looked up, what was in front of him was Blum's face as usual. Deep in those eyes was a somewhat satisfied silence.
Alec couldn't say anything for a while looking at it. Inside the theater, there was no sound of film or anyone's breath anymore. Only the silence of the two of them remained under the strangely cold lighting.