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Illegal Pleasure

 

A police-man, who is doing his normal duties as a defender of justice, is out on one of his late night missions; collecting all of the hookers who room the ally-ways. Though on this might... he meets one who seems to be a bit different from the rest. Instead of arresting him, the police-man gives him another option that will set him free; be his for the night. After a one-night stand, a connection is formed. How will a hooker make the transition into a proper boyfriend?

 

Ciel's Character

 

Ivan Mazurkiewicz

27

[syaoran-puu]

 

Kise Fletcher

29

 

 

Kise Fletcher hated this shift, there was always something.... seedy.... about the underbelly of this city. He hated that most of the guys and gals he brought in were victims themselves most of the time, victims who had fallen in with the wrong crowd, or made a wrong choice, or sometimes simply felt as if they didn't have any other choice left... some really didn't. Yet the law was against them, completely and utterly. It didn't matter the circumstances that brought them here, simply that this was the crime they had committed.

 

Maybe that was why Kise felt as if he were numb, closed off even, as he left the station after having brought in another one.... how many was that now? Three. It was more than his usual count, something that greatly disturbed him. Either this new batch of prostitutes were growing dumber, or their sheer numbers had boomed. Part of him was hoping for the dumber factor. The very idea that there were suddenly more and more prostitutes on the street was far from appealing. Sex trafficking wasn't exactly a new concept to him, and he knew a team that were currently working on the inside to bring one such ring down. His work was messier than that. A trick really. Find one, entice them back to a hotel room, get them to name a price then book them before money or fluids change hands.

 

In Kise's opinion it was a fall from grace. Since when had honest police work become nothing more than trickery and deceit? And it was deceit, he didn't even try to kid himself otherwise.

 

Stopping at his favourite bar in this part of town he nodded to the bar keeper. The guy was an informant of sorts, though Kise was more than aware he never gave away too much, kept several of the money makers safe... why, Kise hadn't figured that out yet. Maybe he had had a thing for a few or just felt sorry for them? Maybe he even did business with them or their pimp. Whatever the reason; Kise didn't care.

 

He got two fingers and a tap in return. Ah, two tables over to the left. Accepting the drink -coke, though he supposed it looked like whiskey and coke- he spun on his stool and pretended to survey the bar, to look for a hook up. Yeah right, as if he would pick his bed partner from a place like this! It was a dive, even if it was the best dive in this part of town. He was generally rather picky with his bedfellows, especially since being a gay cop on the force wasn't easy. It was better not to mention it, to just keep to himself, even if it it made him a rather lonely character at times. Pah! Who was he kidding, he was a rather lonely character all of the time. Even this gig was done without the aid of backup, sure there were other cops in the area doing the same thing but he worked alone. Took the perp back to a hotel room alone. Arrested them alone. Hauled ass alone. He only ever called in for back up when things went pear shape.... which wasn't often. Some of the prostitutes could be mean but most of them were harmless. Kittens really.

 

Eyes appearing to lazily scan everything and yet nothing, a skill he had developed with time and practise, he took note that it was a guy sat at the table in question.... and he was not exactly what Kise was expecting. The guy didn't exactly scream 'twink' to him, sure he seemed to ooze with sexuality in Kise's opinion but not necessarily tagged as a whore... not that they all were, each to their own and all that nonsense..... but there was just.... something different. It was irritating him but he couldn't put a name to the difference. Not wanting to draw attention to himself he turned his attention elsewhere, his mind already curious about the guys story. A dangerous thing. He wasn't suppose to see them as individuals, as people with stories and histories and real reasons for being here... that came later, with the 'programme' and all that crap, and it was crap, the return rate was astonishing and there was nothing they could do about that. Still, Kise always had difficulty switching that off, turning away from his humanity. He became a cop to help people after all....

 

....though that couldn't be further from what he was actually doing.

 

Angry at his own thoughts he slammed his fist into the bar, growling under his breath. "Damn it." This was getting him nowhere. Maybe it was time to call it a night? Go see if there was something else he could get his teeth into so he could have a break? Better yet, maybe he just needed to go and find himself a guy he could fuck and get over what ever sexual tension was riding him so hard? ...shame he was on bloody shift. Then again, given he was wearing a decent black suit, top button open with no tie -of course, he didn't exactly look terrible. Hid blonde hair was even artistically messed up -aka, he ruffled his fingers through it and claimed to be aiming for 'wind swept and interesting' look. It had worked so far, but maybe he just screamed desperation. Yeah, desperation was probably more likely.

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Really, it was just like every day for Ivan.

 

It ended with him hanging out at one of the night-clubs that he frequented. It was the one on the curve of an ally-way, dim lights shining out into the desolate street. It was impossible to park near the pavement at this club, given how narrow the lane was. Having to park elsewhere, others had to walk to get to the little, secluded location.

 

The lights in the club were dim, yet vibrant colors. Varieties of colors swirled around the area, bringing the small tavern to life. Besides the vibrant colors that waltzed to their own rhythm, the pub actually held a rather dark, bawdy atmosphere. The area smelt of musky cologne and champagne, a hint of sweat lingering in the air. Inebriated people grinding against one another on the dance floor, licentious moans spewing from the mouths of those who were pleasured by the action, though were usually drowned out by the frequent beat of the upbeat, spunky music that played in the background.

 

This was also a prevalent gathering area of whores. Usually of the female sex, clad in scarlet, kinky boots, netted stockings, and tight, form-fitting attire, they usually hung around on the dance-floor in the vacant corners of the bar, lingering until their next customer savvied their cash interest. Usually hauled off to one of the upper rooms, which were typically abandoned except for a lonely bed and a nightstand in each room, and that was where business was done.

 

 

Though, despite the fact that there were female hookers, and plenty of them as a matter of fact, there were a few men who also worked down the same avenue. And Ivan just so happened to be one of them. Though, the trait that was different in him was that…well, he had standards. He wouldn’t simply sleep with someone if he thought they were ugly. People usually hated him for that reason…because despite the fact that the man basically oozed sexuality, he was too damn picky with who he chose to let in. They actually had to peek his interest, at least a little bit for him to give in. Though, despite the fact that he did sleep around a lot, he never always did it for money. If they gave him money for his work, he considered it a plus. It was appreciated if they’d pay him, though it didn’t matter much to him. He did have a job during the day... but he needed his fix later at night, and if he could get money for it, that was a win on his part.

 

As the lights flickered in the small club, Ivan has a bit of a crowd of his own going on at one of the tables. He wasn’t exactly trying to make business with anyone, but it was obvious that he was flirting with another man, and the two friends that the man had sitting with him. A young woman sat beside Ivan, probably a close friend of some sort.

 

Ivan was ignoring the small tugs on the shirt that the woman was giving him. She had noticed the fact that there was a someone here who looked a bit…suspicious. This particular club was used to having cops come here… well, at least if the stories rang true. Plenty of prostitutes were taken away to a hotel room, and never came back, later being revealed that they got arrested. Which meant that there must have been some cop who was doing this… and usually, some of the customers there could tell when someone looked a bit too clean.

 

Despite the fact that Ivan knew the risk of cops showing up… he’d play it off like it was nothing. If he really kept his cool, he knew that nothing would go wrong…hopefully. If anything, he’d probably end up flirting with the cop…

 

Though, apparently, last week when he was out with a customer, a police-man had caught sight of his white hair, and had started an investigation to figure out who it was… there were plenty of people with white hair, right?

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Kise looked back at the guy sat alone at the table, the one the bar keeper had informed him about. There was still something about the guy, but oddly he decided to let it go. The fact he was alone and not exactly trying to tempt anyone into his company told him to leave the guy alone, for now at least..... from the corner of his eye he saw movement that caught his attention. Looking that way he took in the woman tugging at the shirt of a man. Interesting. Trying to get his attention? Or was his cover blown? Maybe there was another cop here? There were some people simply gifted at spotting them, too clean, too something.... had he messed up? Probably. He was tired after all. Still, he spotted the guy being tugged at. White hair. Strong jaw. Sexy as sin and then some, it made the guy at the other table seem bland in comparison, which was something given Kise's earlier thoughts. White hair was surrounded, but didn't scream prostitute to him. No, he might very well be a player but he wasn't what Kise was here looking for.

 

He should look the other way.... he really should. Yet he couldn't seem to do that. He literally had to force himself to, tearing his head away and back to the bar. "Another." He purred, wishing he could have something more than just coke. More. The story of his life.

 

Looking at the bar keep he said quietly. "What's the story on white hair?" White hair. Something seemed familiar about that. A story down at the precinct. Kise just couldn't quite put his finger on it.

 

"No story." The guy turned around too quickly. Too quickly. So there was a story? But what? Curiosity peeked he turned slowly and glanced at the people around him. A table of wannabe's, players and flirts, probably even a few prostitutes all trying to touch the flame. It wasn't Kise's scene, he didn't want to get involved or interrupt. It was too risky. If he wasn't under cover, wasn't trying to be the good little cop he was suppose to be. Perhaps if he wasn't working....

 

One of the guys stood up, taking another with him.... and given the way they couldn't seem to keep their paws off each other, it was clear what they were about to do. Goody for them.

 

Kise downed the rest of his drink and stood. It wasn't working here. His heart just wasn't in it, and now his attention seemed captivated by a white haired guy who caused a niggle at the back of his mind. Perhaps if he could figure that out he would feel better. Taking out his cigarettes he headed to the outside world and leaned on the wall. Lighting up he took a deep inhale then released it. He didn't smoke often, hardly really, but every now and then the craving overwhelmed him. Sexual frustration itched and bubbled under the skin, surrounded by so much temptation was tough. A lot of the prostitutes he arrested were good looking. Some not so much. Was Mr. White Hair one of them? He was clean looking, sexy as hell and seemed to hold himself with an air of.... well, something Kise's tired mind couldn't name.

 

Closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale he sighed with relief as he exhaled. "That hit the spot." He murmured in enjoyment. Why couldn't everything be as simple as a single inhale and exhale?

 

And then it hit him. White hair. There was a guy at the precinct looking into a guy with white hair, he'd been spotted the other day in a known hotel for sex trade..... was it the same guy? Lots of people had that hair... right? Yet, as Kise thought about it he couldn't think of a single one.

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As the conversation that he was having dwelled further and further… until he finally crossed the line of business, he rolled his eyes at the man that was offering him money for his time. He had obviously said something rather callous, given the ginger man who was offering him a good sum of money for his work sneered and walked off, an annoyed expression plastered to his face.

 

It wasn’t Ivan’s fault that some guys just weren’t pretty enough.

 

Though, out of the corner of one of his muddle blue eyes, he noticed the fact that a rather… fine-looking young man was staring in his direction. A small smirk instantly caressed his lips. Now that was a beautiful specimen… really a good example of sweet, sexy eye-candy. Blonde hair… that was exactly what Ivan loved in a man. And those scrumptious russet eyes… really, the Belarusian man wouldn’t mind indulging in the pleasures of that body…. It was irresistible!

 

Though, when the blonde beauty turned away from him, the white-haired man pouted. That was no fair! His catch was turning away from him…

 

That’s what he would call him. The blonde was now his “prey”… it was his new goal to at least get something out of this man.

 

When he saw two of his friends wander off into the corner, he chuckled softly… really, when those two had far too much to drink, they really needed to get some pleasure… even though they’d usually end up denying it in the morning. ..

 

When he saw the blonde get up and leave to go outside, Ivan instantly decided that he was going to take the initiative and follow him… what could be the worst result? Getting rejected? He could probably get any man in this bar if the cop didn’t want to indulge with him…

 

As he walked, it was noticeable that he swayed his hips the slightest bit. The man with the white hair knew the fact that he had a nice body, and he flaunted it shamelessly. If he wasn’t arrogant, he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. Innocent and quiet didn’t win the game in this business, or in the real world. Being headstrong and broad was what was going to get him somewhere, whether it be sex or business.

 

Walking out the door, he glanced at the man, a small smile on his lips. His eyes held delight as he leaned against the wall as well, and glancing at the officer.

 

“Hello, sir. I noticed you looking at me before…and I’d like to say, you have rather lovely eyes.”

 

 

[syaoran-puu]

Kise looked up when he sensed the present of another, a little surprised that it was the white haired man. Of course, the words spoken rose his heckles, though sheer will prevented it from being obvious. 'Sir' could mean one of two things, this guy was after a new John to take upstairs, or he knew he was a cop. Oddly enough Kise figured it was probably the latter. Granted, he wasn't about to act on it..... yet.

 

The compliment was nice, though he doubted it was sincere. Unable to resist he stated with a soft chuckle, "That's probably the cheesiest line I've heard in a while. Does it normally work?" He winked at the guy, taking another drag of his smoke before half turning to look at the guy, openly checking him out now. Being sat behind the table had done this guy no justice at all. The real beauty was in his striking proportions, the lean muscles, the perfect shape.... and yes, his striking white hair. He looked like he had an arse made for riding. Forcing his eyes higher. "Unusual hair colour you have. Natural?" He asked, reaching out with the hand not holding his cigarette to stroke it a little. Soft. "I like it." And Kise realised it was the truth. The colour set off the guys eyes, made him all the more striking to behold.

 

Dropping his hand and taking another puff of the much needed nicotine he sighed in almost relief and looked out on the street. "Amazing how this city changes at night. Isn't it, handsome? He winked at the guy. He had to make a decision and quick. Did he flirt and entice the guy back to his hotel room? Do his job and arrest him? Or walk away now? Walking away didn't seem like a liable option, and how could he willingly turn down the attentions of such an attractive male... even if he was a prostitute? Truth was he could probably do with a roll around in the hay, and the eye candy beside him was certainly tempting. Deciding to keep the conversation flowing he asked seductively, "Come here often sexy?" Enough flirtation and heat in his voice to show he was interested.

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Ivan wasn’t quite aware of the fact that the man was a cop. He also wasn’t really planning to get money out of this guy. When others slept with him, it wasn’t to pay him for it, it was to get with a man who was pretty or prettier and get to get relief from him. Ivan wasn’t really in it for the money… it was more so because he needed something to get relief from. He was just a whore by nature; he enjoyed to pleasure others, and get pleasure for himself…

 

“Hmm…normally work how? I actually do think that your eyes are quite lovely, I like men with brown eyes.” He stated the fact rather simply. He usually liked men taller than him, with a nice face, blonde hair, and dark brown eyes. He usually found these traits in Russian men… he knew them more for being big and able to dominate him easily… he liked that a lot. Noticing the other checking him out, the white-haired man let out a low chuckle, his slightly muddled eyes showing a hint of amusement. He enjoyed watching others look him over. He, himself knew that he was good looking, and he flaunted it… though when people noticed him, he felt even more beautiful. “My hair? Actually, yes, it is natural. My hair is actually just a very pale blonde color… though it tends to look white enough to be white.” Another low chuckle was released from his lips when the other stroked his hair…

 

“The city is lovely, actually. Well, depending on the place. I enjoy the diversity, the different cultures, the different races, and the different religions you see around here…. And the nice part of it is, given it is so diverse, nobody judges you. Whether you’re a virgin or someone who sleeps around, whether you’re black or white, or if you’re conservative or not… nothing really matters.” The Belarusian man huffed softly… he actually did think much more than others thought that he did. He wasn’t just a whore… he was a whore with a mind, an aspect on life, a family, friends, and stuff he liked to do. He wasn’t just a sex-toy… the sex didn’t make him who he was, it was just a hobby he liked to indulge in on the side. Glancing at the next question that the officer gave him, he allowed a small smirk curve on his pale, pink lips, “I’ve been here enough times to recognize familiar faces… and you’re definitely not one that’s around here often. Why are you here today, sir?”

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Kise quirked a brow at the guys words, surely it was simply a line? Just like; 'Baby, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?' He wasn't sure if he enjoyed the denial it was a line, or if he should be offended. For now he decided to leave it up to debate and not completely write the guy off. This was work after all. So what did it really matter? Catch the perp in the act, arrest the guy, take him down town. End of story. So why did he rather enjoy the feel of the guys hair? Wonder what his skin felt like. Try to visualise how it would glisten. Imagine how he would feel writhing in pleasure beneath him. Dangerous thoughts. Yet, Kise couldn't seem to stop them.

 

Deciding to play along he grinned, "Is that all you like? Just my eyes?" He winked at the guy, openly flirting. "And here I thought I had the goods in other areas to catch a guys attention. Guess I'll have to work harder, huh?"

 

It wasn't lost on Kise how the guy seemed to preen like a peacock at being openly ogled, he made no apologises for the fantastic body he was packing. Then again, someone so fine.... why should they? It was clear the guy knew just how gorgeous he was, and used it to his advantage. "Pale blonde huh? It is certainly an unusual shade. I'd almost expect you to be an albino with such hair." He commented lightly.

 

Kise knew he needed to pick up the pace. He didn't have all day, and while these things couldn't be rushed, he couldn't dally for too long either.

 

Of course, such thinking went out the window when the guy started being all profound and insightful. "I suppose that's true....." he hedged, trying to appear nonchalant. The truth was, Kise was judging, wasn't he? Well, if you were a prostitute at least. Still he chuckles lightly, "So, which are you.... the virgin or the guy who sleeps around?" He teased, already knowing the answer given the crowd the guy had had inside.... in fact, what was the guy doing out here really? He had all the prey he needed inside, Kise had been about to walk away, yet here the guy stood, pulling him back! Did he want to get caught? Did he not know what Kise really was? Or was it simply the thrill of the challenge that pushed the guy ever onwards? The latter wouldn't surprise Kise at all. Something about the guy screamed 'risk taker' to Kise, even if it wasn't true, it appeared to linger around the guy.

 

Hearing the guy was a regular here only confirmed Kise's earlier assumption that this guy slept around... be it for money or pleasure, Kise was still undecided.

 

"Why does anyone come here beautiful?" He purred, winking at the guy. "To find someone utterly gorgeous to take back to their room and wear out all night long." He grinned widely at that, the action brightening his whole face. Making him appear much more carefree. "The only question," He started, chuckling softly. "Is who will the unlucky party be?"

 

Something held Kise off about asking for price. Maybe it was simply because he was still undecided if the guy was a prostitute or not (he wouldn't admit just yet how utterly intrigued he was by the guy), or maybe it was because they were out in the open, .... in a place that Kise was sure had ears. There would be a time later for that. It was amazing how adapted prostitutes were, they could wangle a conversation about cash into pretty much anything. He just had to be a patient hunter. That was something Kise could do!

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Ivan was a bit surprised that the other wasn't really asking him to get a room already... why was he dragging on this conversation? Who exactly was this guy? His muddled eyes narrowed the slightest bit, looking up directly at the other male, a small sigh on his lips. Was this a cop, or a customer? He was contemplating this in his mind for a few moments, though ignored the gnawing feeling. He'd figure out sooner or later. A small smirk formed on his face at the idea. If it was a cop... he was just going to have to play the game well...

 

"Hmm... in other areas? I'm curious, actually, maybe you should try harder." There was a teasing tone in his voice, obviously some sort of amusement lingering there. He looked up at the other's eyes, dark eyes seemed a bit challenging to the other.

 

"Well, I'm flattered that you'd think that I'd possess such a rarity...I only wished that I did." He admitted with a rather curt sigh. Most actually thought that he was an albino, though when they saw the fact that his eyes weren't tinted red in color, they were a bit disappointed. Glancing away, he let out a small huff before glancing at the other, throwing him a half-hearted smile.

 

Though... the next question instantly confirmed his suspicions. This guy was a cop. Nobody would really ask him that kind of question, even if they were new to this bar. They would have at least heard of him from other people in other clubs. His eyes held a rather...intimidating look in them. He knew exactly where this was going. If he didn't get away now... he would probably be caught by this man. As handsome as the man was, he was still the enemy... Though, the idea of being hand-cuffed to a bed-post and fucked mercilessly by an officer... it sounded sinfully delicious actually... though he knew the odds of that weren't very high. He had only tricked a police officer or two, but that was only because he used his looks to his advantage... this man seemed smart. Maybe smart enough to actually arrest him.

 

"I get my fix once and a while, doesn't everyone?" His words were firm on his lips. Ivan wasn't going to say that he was a full out whore, nor was he going to say that he was a virgin. Lying to this man was the only way to stay indecisive enough to the point where maybe he'd leave him alone.

 

"Actually, some people come here to escape from real life problems, to get a taste of the nice side of life and have bit of pleasure to ease their pain. Now tell me, what is it that you're trying to escape in real life, sir?" His voice held the slightest bit of a cool edge, and a slight bit of mockery. "I'm here to ease the stress of work and family problems." He said this rather simply. Though, he reached up and took the cigarette out from the other's hand, and put it in his own mouth, taking a small puff of it. The nicotine was incredibly relieving... the cool, smoky taste was delicious.

 

Not answering the last question, he simply stared at the officer. He was trying to calculate how the situation was going to go down... he wasn't really sure about what to do, as if he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Inhaling deeply, he brought the cigarette to his mouth once more.

 

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Kise could almost taste the shift in the air. Something had changed, but he wasn't sure what.... had he said the wrong thing? Lingered too long? Given himself away? Probably.... he was off his game today. Working too much probably. Damn! Maybe it was worst, maybe he was losing his touch completely!? Perhaps he was more in need of a break than he had first anticipated.

 

His mind a little distracted he brushed over most of what was being passed between them. He didn't think having light white-blonde hair and not having red eyes made the guy any less of a catch... if anything, it added to he appeal. Who wanted to look at freaky red eyes all the time? Certainly not Kise.

 

Of course, there was one phrase that Kise couldn't ignore. "I'm curious, actually, maybe you should try harder." And Kise couldn't hide his amusement at them. He liked a man with a sense of humour! For you sexy, I'm sure I can try so much harder!" He winked, already thinking about how to move things along to the actual topic he was interested in.... and of course thinking about doing just that, and banging the guy into utter submission. He just bet the guy would sing so prettily in the throes of pleasure!

 

With a slight shrug he inclined his head, "I agree others are here for many reasons. Mine is simply to find someone utterly gorgeous to rock the world with.... All. Night. Long." He reiterated. Then deciding to plunge right in, unsure he even knew how to swim, he asked in as sultry a tone as he could muster. "You want to get out of here beautiful?" The urge to reach out and touch the guy was strong, but he resisted.... to touch him now would be to seal his own fate. He could admit to himself that he was way too attracted to this guy to think objectively on this one.... so some distance might be the only way to get what he wanted. A quick arrest.... that was what he wanted... right? "I'm sure I can make it worth your while. In more ways than one." He winked, purposefully vague since he knew his words could be interpreted several different ways....

 

....would the guy take the bait? Or had he delayed too long? The atmosphere felt a little stiff around them now, and Kise was starting to think he'd blown this, in more ways than one.

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"Don't flatter me sir. You're far better looking than I."

 

This man was rather persistent, wasn't he? Muddled eyes glared at the cop, his lips slowly forming into a frown. There weren't many choices that he could choose anymore. Why wouldn't the man just arrest him right here? It would be much easier for him that way.

 

"Hmm, where you will be taking me, sir?" He gave him a bit of a knowing look, his lips twitching the slightest bit. He tried to show at least the slightest bit of interest in the subject. Yes, he wanted to be pounded into the bed, nearly suffocated by the sheets... he wanted to scream and not be able to speak the next day, done hard to the point where he couldn't walk the next morning. He wanted to be beneath the blonde, and to be brought into submissiveness...but he knew that this wasn't going to be the case tonight. He was going to be arrested, and he was going to be going to jail to spend his time doing exactly what he was doing out here; getting laid by random men.

 

The best he could do to get away with this... was not ask for a price. If he didn't ask for a price, he wouldn't get in trouble...right?

 

"Take me anywhere you please, sir."

 

 

 

 

 

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The way the guy spoke sent a tingle of dread down his spine. Still, he nodded and acted like everything was okay.... when it clearly wasn't. Part of Kise wondered why the guy didn't just run away? Surely that would be easier? It wasn't as if Kise had a reason other than suspicion to chase after the guy, and to be fair, it wasn't worth the effort. There were plenty more fish in the sea... or in this case.... plenty of prostitutes out on the street. Getting in his car and surfing corner to corner was a sure fire way of getting a lick of easy interest. The women with their red boots, corsets, small skirts and tiny g-strings didn't exactly leave much to the imagination as they sold their bodies for a moment of use and cash. Part of Kise really didn't see the appeal, and while he knew that people did it for many different reasons... he couldn't imagine himself ever doing such a thing. Of course, he had never had the desperation to go down that route either... for that would be the reason if Kise ever stepped into the dark and seedy world as a perp rather than a cop.

 

Holding his arm out like a gentleman he winked at the guy. "Don't worry beautiful, I'll treat you right." He purred, though part of him felt it was completely forced now.

 

Kise noticed how the guy moved with a feline-like-grace, and he couldn't help but appreciate every silky movement. His hips almost swishing naturally, and simply screaming 'fuck me' to anyone who had the sense to look. "It's not far. Promise." And true to his word, it really wasn't. He took the guy to a cheap motel, it wasn't quite rent by the hour -since he needed the place all night and to appear as if he was staying a while- but it wasn't too much better either. At least it was mostly clean, if you overlooked the cockroaches that were lurking in the dark corner behind the TV stand. A shudder almost ran down his spine, he didn't want to think about the creepy insect.

 

Deciding not to beat around the bush he gently pushed the guy to sit on the bed and crossed his arms. "You know what I am.... so why the hell did you come here with me?" Perhaps he was curious, perhaps he was actually hoping the guy would get away? He didn't know. Still.... he looked at the sexy man, and despite knowing what he should do he felt completely torn... and having the guy next to a bed was a near lethal combination! Sexy as sin had nothing on this guy.

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The Belarusian man was completely silent as the other brought him to the cheap motel... he knew what was going to go down, so he didn't put up any resistance. He felt...dreadful. Though he knew the fact that he occasionally broke the law by accepting money from others, he still didn't want to go to jail. He swore he wasn't going to mention a price...

 

And he knew that the police-man wasn't going to treat him right. He knew that he was going to force him down onto the bed and arrest him, and if he struggled, he'd probably shoot him, or do something to immobilize him.He was waiting for the moment when he was going to be shoved onto the floor and cuffed, and thrown into the back-seat of a car and then brought to prison. He didn't want that at all.... he was scared.But he wasn't going to show the police man that...

 

He followed the man inside of the motel. He remained silent as he followed the man, waiting for the moment where the other would try to lure him into the room. He had to keep reminding himself that he couldn't ask the other for money as they made their way down the hallway to the room.

 

When Ivan was pushed onto the bed, he stared at the officer, not giving him an answer right away. He was scanning over the choices in his head before he said, "Because I'm waiting for you to fuck me, sir. You brought me here for pleasure purposes. I know you're either going to shove yourself inside of me or cuff me, so why don't you get on with the show before I actually come to the sense of fighting you." He voice was a bit dry, holding a mocking tone. He hadn't really answered the man in a while, so his voice was a bit... annoyed. He just wanted to other to get with arresting him, or get with the pleasure.

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Kise looked at the guy, wondering what was going through his pretty little head as he spoke. Well, at least he was blunt. "Kise." He said, probably pushing into dangerous territory, but wanting.... no, needing, the guy to know his name. "My name is Kise." Slowly he removed his jacket, the heat of the room making him sweat a little, or maybe that was all in his imagination, it was hard to tell right now. His thoughts were so mixed up he as sure a hurricane was dashing about in there. Though the moment he folded it and flopped it over the back of the chair he knew he was a goner....

 

Until that moment he had remained with the delusion that he was going to simply do his job here. But with the offer before him, the rather delicious offering, he found his restraint cracking. Perhaps he could make an exception.... so far the guy hadn't mentioned money, sex yes, money no. Though Kise knew that really that was just semantics.

 

He worried his bottom lip a moment then took a step closer towards the bed, lowering his back to an arch so he could touch the guys knee. His hand squeezed the thing gently, but he didn't instantly pull back, instead he gently caressed the joint and looked directly at the guy. His gaze was scorching, his brown eyes filled with unmissable lust and heat. It was as if Kise wanted the guy to know exactly what he did to him. "I could do both. I could fuck you while you're cuffed to my bed. He grinned, a slightly sadistic twist to the expression though he reined it back in. It wasn't often he allowed that side of himself out. It was a sure fire way of getting him into trouble.

 

Slowly he moved his hand up the guys thigh, his gaze never wavering or fading in intensity. "What's your name sexy?" He tilted his head and smirked knowingly. "Your real name."

 

With his free hand he moved it to caress the side of the guys beautiful face. Such perfect features.... and the guy knew it too. "I'll make you a deal. I won't arrest you.... If you stop selling yourself." He smirked and tugged gently on the guys chin, though his grip refused release as he looked directly into the guys eyes. "I'll even fuck you and give you your fix." Kise wasn't sure why he was saying all of this.... too many years of being forced to see people as numbers and statistics... or ignoring the reason why.... or maybe it was merely the undeniable attraction he felt toward the hot spitfire of a guy. He wasn't delusional enough to believe the guy would simply change over night, or turn clean just because Kise asked.... but he had to try.... had to do something in this endless turbulence that has become his life. If anything, he was actually looking forward to the challenge that was the mysterious man before him. Maybe if he fucked the guy hard and fast he could tempt him to the good side.... he only just managed to contain a snort at his own thoughts. As if, while none of his partners had ever held any objections he doubted even he was that good.

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As the other male knelt down before him, Ivan glared at him. His muddled eyes, which in this light, weren't as muddled anymore, looked more like a dark turquoise in the light of this room. His lips were firm, and not faltering as the other announced what his name was. He didn't bother to even give the man a name, given that he probably already knew what it was, given he was a police officer.

 

 

When the officer grasped his knee, and began to slide his hand up his thigh, he let out a small sigh. Though, his cheeks held a dusty, rosy hue to them as the officer glared at him with those unmistakably lust-filled eyes that seemed to scorch his body... And when the words fell from his lips, the hue got darker. The red complimented the pale skin of his body quite well, especially against his nearly white hair and dark eyes. Though...he still doubted that the other would give him just that.. he might want to do that, but the officer knew better that to sleep with a whore, no? "Yeah...you might fuck me with my hands cuffed to the bed, and then arrest me right afterwards and bring me to jail where I'll get ass-raped for as long as I'm there. I don't really see the point, sir." He was trying to deny his own lust that was swirling in his eyes like a tidal pool... he looked away, biting his lip momentarily before looking back at the officer.... he was waiting for some sort of slap or hit... something to put him in his place.

 

"Sir, you should know what my name is before trying to arrest me." Ivan said this with a bit of a snarky voice, before quietly saying, "My name is Ivan."

 

And as the police officer tugged his chin down, he let out a soft groan... a bit between pain and pleasure. He liked a bit of force... but hated the fact that he was getting off on this... especially the fact that this was a police officer, his enemy, the person that he should fear the most when it came to the real world. "That sounds a bit naive, putting your faith in me... but why should I give you an answer when I know that no matter what I say,y you're going to arrest me, and then go with your police friends and laugh about how gullible I was to take your offer?" He sneered the slightest bit, "And fine, if you want to fuck me, give me a good show before I get put away, ne? At least maybe I'll get something half decent out of you instead of prisoners who haven't washed their dicks in weeks..."' The white-haired man huffed the slightest bit as he glanced away... he was obviously flustered... he was trying to put on the tough-guy type of act... though it was obvious that he was getting flustered by all of this... the way that the other stared at him, rubbing his legs, gripped his chin... it turned him on greatly... with his cheeks red and his eyes holding a bit of guilt... he murmured,

 

"Fine, we have a deal..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Kise kept quiet and allowed the guy to rant. Did the guy really not realise that if they slept together Kise couldn't arrest him? The other could claim police abuse and Kise could very well end up being the one going to prison instead! In many ways, he was offering the other a clear out.

 

Despite all that, Kise had to admit the guys reactions were cute. Despite all the experience he was sure the other man had, it was nice to see him flustered and torn. To know he causes his reactions. His eyes speaking of unsupplied pleasures and desires.... untold things that he longed for Kise to make true in every possible way... yet their was a stubbornness that refused to accept it. Yes, this man would indeed be a challenge.

 

He grinned, "I have no desire to trick you. That would be a waste of both of our time. Of course." He practically purred. "You are right. Your pretty little body would awaken desires even the straightest of men couldn't over look, they would fight and barter and beg for your attentions.... taking them when they were not offered freely.... I am offering you an alternative to all that. A way out." And part of Kise genuinely believed that.

 

The snarky tone in the guys voice was starting to rub Kise the wrong way. He didn't exactly enjoy feeling like he was forcing someone.... he didn't feel like he was that badly off that he had to start now either. The guy either wanted to be in his bed or he didn't. "You'd be wrong you know." He stated simply. "I'm more of a cold collector, I hunt.... your kind... on the streets. Others go after those that are the rings and big players in the area. I have no idea who you are." The fact was, if he let the guy go he was probably completely burnt in this area anyway. If this guy told everyone who he was, no one would follow him again.

 

Ivan? Oddly enough he felt like the name suited him. Sexy, suave yet simple. What you saw was what you got. "Ivan." He purred, unable to resist the temptation to repeat the name and roll it on his tongue. Taste it.... and it tastes so sweet.

 

He caressed the guys cheek with his thumb, still keeping a hold on his chin. He wasn't about to let the guy get away quite so easily.

 

Of course, the more Ivan spoke, the more he annoyed Kise. The guy really wouldn't let go of the fact that he assumed Kise was simply lying to him.... he supposed he should be a little flattered that the other thought he could at least give him a show before all those 'unwashed dicks' but the idea of anyone else touching Ivan so crudely actually made Kise see red. Then again it was only a 'maybe' really. A dare in Kise's mind. Was Ivan taunting him? Trying to push him to do something he would regret....? Truth was... he'd already stepped over that boundary and was floating around in the realm of uncertainty.

 

Releasing his chin Kise moved his hand to Ivan's shoulder and pushed him down to lie on the bed, moving to straddle his hips. Using both hands he pulled and held both of Ivan's hands above his head. A growl escaped him and he stared angrily at the guy. "You're playing with fire taunting me Ivan. Those fuck me now eyes, the cute flush on your cheeks and adorable way you're trying to ignore your own arousal." He grinded himself against the guy gently. "As you can feel.... I am not faking Ivan." He was sure he felt an answering erection against his leg, and while he had no intention of being the bottom, he enjoyed feeling the evidence of the guys arousal. Maybe it wasn't all in his head?

 

"I don't believe for a second you'll stop." He taunted. Leaning down he claimed one of the guys ear lobes between his teeth and tugged, a small bite of pain before he licked it. His hot breath heavy against the wounded appendage. He whispered saucily. "I won't take anyone who doesn't want to be in my bed. I won't beg. I will demand your submission though. Demand that you moan and writhe in pleasure beneath me. I will claim every inch of your sexy body. Make you mine Ivan. Make you crave me. Want my touch above all others." He placed several meaningful kisses. Lingering around his ear, down his jaw, neck.... sensual... slow... sure movements.

 

"So answer me honestly....." Just like your body already is he mused to himself. "Do you want me Ivan?" He nipped gently at the guys neck but hard enough to leave a small indentation. "Because I won't stop once we start."

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Ivan sighed quietly as he listened to the other talk. Although he did have a point, he wasn’t sure if he should trust him or not still… he was a bit scared of police officers, to be quite frank. He saw what they did to people if they struggled, or what they did to innocent people… it scared him, that a cop could get away with anything they pleased due to the fact that they were considered the “law”, even if they shot and killed someone… nothing would be done for them, instead, they were blamed and their families were left to pick up the pieces. Though, the idea of going to prison and having others use him in that way… it sickened him. It made him want to cry, actually, though he didn’t. He whored around freely, did whatever and whoever he pleased… he found it sickening that a whore could be arrested for fulfilling sexual pleasures for people with their own consent and thrown away where they’ll be raped everyday they would be there.

 

“Hmm…my kind, sir, and what would that be?” asked the man with a sarcastic tone as he glanced at the other, and then murmured, “The type that gets out and just wants to experience pleasure? I don’t see the harm in that sir, it’s not like I’m doing something that harms other people, especially when they’re the ones who want it in the first place.” The Belarusian man glanced away from the other, biting into his bottom lip quietly.

 

Though, when the other said his name… he smiled the slightest bit. He liked the way his name sounded on the other’s tongue… it sounded sexy, sweet, and oh so sinful. And as he felt him stroke his cheek with his thumb, he rubbed his cheek gently against it, almost like a small kitten would do when it would get pet. The other’s fingers felt nice on his cheek, rough, firm, yet not forceful to the point where he would get a bruise on his cheek from it.

 

He was actually curious as to if the other would actually go through with this… and maybe actually give him a show. Ivan had a bit of trust issues, especially when it came to cops. They made him feel rather uneasy. Though the idea of having the blonde-haired, brown-eyed beauty top him… it made him smirk the slightest bit.

 

As he felt Kise push him down onto the bed, he didn’t really give him any resistance, just allowing him to do it, the Belarusian man let out a rather satisfied puff, his lips forming a small, mocking smirk. The other man looked rather…cross, irate actually. It was a bit amusing, actually.

 

“You’re cute when you’re angry, Kise~” He said the name as if it were saccharine, as if it held a delicious taste to it. He assessed to see if he was able to free his hands… though when he noticed just how strong the older man was, he let out a rather small chortle… he wasn’t getting out of this hold anytime soon.

 

“Neh….if I didn’t have those qualities, then nobody would crave me. Those are what help me find men like you…not specifically cops, but the type that want control and power…it’s part of my appeal, dear.” As the grinded against his half-hard arousal, a rather bawdy, vulgar moan slipped through his cherry tainted lips. To know that the other was starting to tease him… it made him rather giddy, childish almost. It made him feel like a kid in a candy-shop. Maybe he’d actually get what he wanted from this man.

 

“Aww, you’re so mean to me Kise, why offer me something when you have no faith in me to begin with?~” He asked, having a fake sense of hurt in his voice before rolling his eyes slightly and glanced at the other again, a bit of a wanton look in his eyes as he cocked his head the slightest bit, enjoying the fact that the other bit his ear… he loved the pain, loved the fact that the other was the dominating type of man, who didn’t take sex as some light manner that is supposed to be sweet… Ivan liked it hard, like it so he couldn’t walk the next day even if he tried to. “Hmm, what a naughty cop you are, Kise. Now how about you stop talking and telling me what you’re going to do…and just fuck me. Make me beg and scream, make it so the only word I know is your name…how does that sound, sweetie?”

 

 

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"You know exactly what kind I'm speaking off." He said plainly though shrugged, "I suppose there is no harm in seeking pleasure.... accepting money for it.... allowing yourself to be used and abused by strangers. That is.... different." He commented, trying to act as if he wasn't completely judging or trying to lecture. That wasn't his intention right now. He noted that Ivan was clean, much cleaner looking than many of the prostitutes on the street. Kise doubted the guy had a pimp pushing his buttons or a quota of people to service if they wanted to keep his kneecaps. He looked more like a free agent to Kise.... and was nervous by Kise. That wasn't unusual, most had a healthy sense of fear around a cop, self preservation and all that. Still, it made Kise wonder what the story was here. Why was the guy doing what he was doing really?

 

Kise knew a lot of cops were dirty. Yet Kise was a clean cop. He usually did everything by the rules. He never mistreated his prisoners, never hurt them more than he needed to, and he never shot someone just because he could. Maybe that made him an idiot in this world, but he felt as if it was more. He had standards. Honour. Integrity. Even as he thought that, he wondered if that was still true? He was standing here right now after all? He could walk away.... arrest him.... do many things that would be more acceptable than what Kise knew he was about to do. Fuck the guy.

 

“You’re cute when you’re angry, Kise~” Kise almost snorted at that, but he could admit that he rather liked his name on Ivan's lips. It was the first time the other had called him something other than 'sir', something that Kise could admit had begun to irritate him. Here he was objectifying the man in his head, and the guy was giving him a title and keeping things formal..... yeah, that wasn't a turn on to him. Unless it was a scene. He could probably handle 'sir' for a scene. All the time, no.

 

Could Kise really be classified so easily? Was he simply one of a group of many? He shifted a little, a frown spreading over his brow. He didn't want to just be a type to the guy below him.... was Kise really the type to want control and power anyway? The more he thought about it though, the more he was inclined to agree. In his job he often felt powerless, so tried to reclaim the power in others ways... like now.

 

With his thumbs he drew lazy circles on the guys wrists as he held him firm.

 

He chuckled at the guys words and that pout. Now who was the cute one? "Well, I plan to convince you to see things my way of course." He winked at the guy.

 

He squeezed the guys wrists. "Right now I am not a cop. You're not a whore. We're just two men enjoying the pleasures the others' body can bring them." He smirked and did something he hadn't thought he would.... he leaned down and claimed the guys lips with his own. The kiss hard and demanding as his licked the seam of Ivan's lips, demanding entry, wanting inside the hot cavern of the guys mouth. A hint of the pleasures to follow, of the way his cock would soon sink into the guys arse, of how the muscle would suck him in so prettily. Warm and wet and oh so very hot.

 

Taking both of Ivan's wrists in one hand he used the other to run a hot trail down the guys arm to his shirt. "I think we're wearing far too many clothes. Don't you agree?" He teased. As he spoke his fingers fumbled with the buttons on the others shirt. Opening it enough for him find what he sought.....

 

....the pink rose tinted nipple stood to attention before him in the cool air, and wasting no time, wanting a real taste of the guy..... he lowered his head and licked the thing like it was the greatest lollipop in the world. His tongue swirled around the nub, his teeth tugging and adding to his play. His skin tasted delicious, a slight hint of sweat but all man. Kise approved.

 

After playing with one nipple for a while he moved and did the same with the other side. Once both glistened and shone with his spittle he pulled back. "Strip." He demanded, his gaze hot and heavy as he started to work loose the buttons on his own shirt.

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Ivan rolled his eyes as the other continued to lecture him. Really, this man sounded like his mother…why did people have the right to arrest someone for something that they know nothing about? It’s not like the police officers ever really experienced what people went through to get to a certain point in their lives. Though he didn’t really make a comment on it, choosing to stay silent on the subject so that the officer wouldn’t change his mind on arresting him, so instead, he glanced off to the side.

 

Ivan sighed quietly as the other looked at him. He never really tended to think about the emotion that was supposed to be there when it came to sex. He just did it to get a thrill out of it, nothing more, nothing less. He didn’t really fancy to think about trivial things like “love” or “trust”… it took too much to pin down… and anyways, who would want to be with someone like him anyways? He felt like if he heard someone say that they loved him… they’d probably be lying. He just kept the people around that made him feel the slightest bit of pleasure above the rest. He never really slept with the same person once… Though the way the other drew circles around his wrists made Ivan want to keep this cop around…he was so gentle, even though he could tell that would change..

 

When the man started to talk, he glanced back in his direction again, his eyes holding a bit of amusement in them. “Well, you’re going to have to try hard, dear~”

 

Wincing the slightest bit when the other squeezed his wrists, the Belarusian man let out a small huff at what the other said. How was he not a whore? The cop picked him up at a bar for the simple idea to get pleasure in the first place… he felt like a whore at the moment, and that wasn’t going to change. Though when the other kissed him… Ivan flinched. He flinched because nobody had ever given him something that intimate before while they had sex… nobody really considered him good enough or deserving enough of a kiss. He slowly parted his lips, his body late in reacting due to his thinking. He’d let the other in if he wanted to…

 

He made a rather small noise as the other ran his hand down his arm, he slowly nodded to the other as a reply, not sure how to answer him. Words weren’t really his strong suit at the moment. When the cold air of the cheap motel room hit his chest, he let out a rather low moan… it was rather chilly in this room…and it certainly didn’t smell the best, though that was what he was trying to ignore for the meantime.

 

And as Kise played with his nipple in such a manner, a plethora of moans spilled from his mouth, his cheeks turning a rather… dark color. Nobody had given him such care and attention before. Most people would just bend him over the bed or the table, or force him into different positions throughout the night… there was no fore-play, there wasn’t anything that gave him any specific pleasure beforehand. Eyes slightly lidded as the other continued his ministrations, he quietly panted out, “K-Kise..."

 

The other’s demand made him shiver. There was force in it… though there wasn’t any anger, or hatred, or resentment towards him for being a whore… the cop really didn’t seem to care. Instead of giving him words, he slipped out of his shirt, and simply threw it on the floor with ease. He wasn’t quite sure if the other wanted his pants gone… though it wasn’t like he could get rid of them with the other straddling him like that.

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Kise had noticed the hesitancy when he had kissed Ivan, and in that moment he knew one thing....he was going to keep kissing him! The guy hadn't objected to being kissed, hadn't even tried to push Kise away... either because he had decided to accept it or because he just didn't normally kiss.... Kise was still undetermined. He would figure it out though.... and not by words, but actions. He would indulge and caress in every inch of flesh, taste and nip and lick all of it. It brought Kise pleasure to see that his partner was enjoying himself... and from the moans escaping Ivan's mouth already, he knew he wanted... no, he knew he needed to hear more!

 

Taking the eventual parting of lips for the invitation it was, he plunged his tongue inside, lazily exploring the guys mouth. Being a mixture of tenderness and firm. He wasn't taking no for an answer, but he wasn't about to hurt the other either. He only ended the kiss so he could give his attention elsewhere. Like a delicious banquet before him he had trouble deciding where to start. But he would do this again soon.... yes he would....!

 

The way the guy panted out his name made him smile, and he didn't hide it from Ivan.

 

Tossing his own shirt to join Ivan's on the floor he ran a finger down the center of the guys chest. "So smooth!" He praised, tweaking the guys nipples on the way down. He liked that the guy responded so nicely, that he didn't even hesitate to follow his demand, didn't try to hide what he wanted or liked. He shifted off the guys lap, flicking free the button and tucking his thumbs into the waist band of his own trousers. He pushed them down his hips, wiggled a little then kicked them free. He had a tendency to go commando, and today was no different. Standing nude Kise tilted his head in Ivan's direction. "Your turn sexy." He teased, approaching the bed and placing a hand firmly on the guys stomach to force him to remain still. Satisfied, he caressed the guys hip before he flicked the guys trousers opened and unzipped him. "Arse up." He winked, teasing.

 

Shimmying the guy out of the things he followed, kissing every inch as it was revealed, his eyes never wavering as they looked up at Ivan. Brown orbs shining with his own arousal. Ivan was so smooth. So sexy. Unable to resist, he just had to compliment the guy. "So hot Ivan." He purred. "Show me what you've got."

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Ivan basked in the luxury of having plump lips upon his own. The feeling was extravagant to say the least, and it was truly sinfully delicious. And as he felt the slippery, bubble-gum colored appendage slip into the hot cave of which was known as his mouth, the Belarusian man let out a pleased groan from the back of his throat. Carefully, he drew his tongue up to swirl with the others’; a dance so to speak. Twisting and twirling in pretty little spirals… it felt like their mouths were waltzing.

 

As the blonde drew away from their dance, Ivan blinked up at him with his azure eyes, watching the slightly glistening string of saliva that connected their mouths break. He noticed the smile that crept up upon the lips of the other, and it nearly made the man blush… he had a beautiful smile, really… that was a smile to die for, really.

 

When he heard the other compliment his smoothness, he offered the brown-eyed man a smile. Ivan, unlike most men that he knew, shaved every part of his body…well, except for his eyebrows and the hair on top of his head, of course. Having hairy legs tended to bother him, actually. He liked a smooth, clean shave so that he felt clean and near perfection.

 

Ivan was actually rather delighted by this whole experience. He enjoyed himself greatly, basking in the fact that he was getting exactly what he wanted. He felt like he was being treated like a princess, and he adored every second of it. He loved being pampered! And he wasn’t going to hide it; or in fact hide what he loves. He didn’t really understand the type of people who tried to conceal their noises and screams of pleasure. Shouldn’t they want their lover to know exactly what they want from them, so they could know the best pleasure of it all and have the best time possible?

 

Ivan watched the other strip of the rest of his clothing… and the man looked even more gorgeous beneath the clothing that concealed him. Licking his lips the slightest bit as a wave of lust when through his head, the Belarusian man made sure to remain still as the other flicked open his trousers and unzipped the fly to them. As his own pants were pulled down… he let out a quiet, relieved sigh as the other pressed kisses against him. The way the other looks at him with his scorching, brown eyes nearly made him feel like he could melt beneath the gaze… Though he felt even more relief when he felt his rear hit the cold mattress. Really, pants were rather constricting. Once the pants were shed, it was revealed that he had a rater plump arse with pale, white globes. Smirking softly at the other, he cocked his head the slightest bit. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear either.

 

Hooking a leg over the other male’s shoulder to draw him closer, Ivan propped himself up on his elbows, staring at the man, “Is a show what you want?”

 

 

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Everything about Ivan was smooth as silk. The guy clearly waxed or shaved regularly. He was perfect, the proportions were perfect, and it hadn't escaped his attention how the guy had a cute bubble butt! He bet he could bounce pennies off the thing! He couldn't wait to sink his throbbing cock between those perfect globes, to grab them firmly as he pounded the guy hard and fast until they were both sweaty and sated. Was Ivan a screamer?

 

He licked his lips, feeling the shift below him until he had a leg hooked around his shoulder dragging his head extremely close to the guys cock. He noticed that even it was smooth perfection. He was hard and long with just the right amount of girth. He'd probably have a little difficult trying to deep throat.... but Kise really wanted to try!

 

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the guys words, and with a rumbling chuckle he answered softly, licking the offering before him. "What do you have in mind sexy?" Lazily he continued licked the hard shaft before him, his hands caressing the flesh of Ivan's hips as he waited to see what the other wanted.... plus it gave him a moment to remember if there was actually lube and condoms in this room! Oh man.... there better be!

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Ivan chuckled to himself, rather jovial. He enjoyed being admired by others, having their glares on his body. He knew he had what it took to draw attention from others, and h knew how to work his body just to grab the interest of others. Swaying his hips, sashaying… it was all part of his own little show. And he enjoyed every second of it.

 

As his leg drew his lover down towards his cock, the young man let out a low snigger, obviously delighted and slightly amused by the look that the other had in his eyes. Ivan had a nice cock; though he never put it to use. He preferred to be the type of man to take it from behind… he never was all that great at being a top… though, he was usually the dominant type of man who liked to bottom. He liked to ride someone, to know the fact that he’s doing the work and that he’s doing it for them. He liked to give others pleasure with his body… as long as they were inside of him.

 

As the other drew his tongue up his cock, the nearly albino man hummed in content as he tapped his lip with his index finger, obviously thinking about what he wanted. There were so many options going through his mind; he enjoyed many things honestly. From spanking to being tied up… there were just so many ideas of what they could do. And then the perfect idea came to mind.

 

“How about we please each-other at the same time, dear? I haven’t done anything good for you, allow me to make it up?” He offered him a playful, pouting face. He wanted to do sixty-nine.

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Kise rather enjoyed the eager tone he detected in Ivan's voice. Before he moved or answered he took the head of his dick into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and sucking gently on the spongy material. Releasing it with a pop he grinned. "Sure beautiful." He winked and wriggled free, making sure to kiss the guys balls, inner thigh and knee on the way out of his grasp.

 

He reached into the bedside draw, pleased to see a tube of lube as he grabbed it and tossed it on to the bed. Lying down beside the guy he gave the universal 'come hither' finger, summoning the guy to come and move into position. Kise didn't particularly enjoy having his arse sticking up in the air. Plus, it was a good excuse to add some ass play into the act..... would he find Ivan already stretched? Had someone else already used him tonight?

 

An almost pained expression flickered over his eyes right before he controlled it and went back to relaxed and aroused. He didn't like the thought of someone else having already touched the guy today. Selfish perhaps.... but it just didn't sit right. The thoughts in his head didn't make sense either, and he knew realistically that one day was all they would get, one hot and heavy encounter. Nothing more. Reality would soon seep into their bubble and destroy it completely.

 

While he waited for the guy to move he reached down and lazily started to jack himself off. This angle was a good excuse to observe the guy, to appreciate the firm build and perfect muscles. He wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to have the guy pleasure him... not now he had crossed the line and begun this slippery slope. There was no going back now. No matter how long it lasted, he was fully committed to the moment.

[{｡^◕‿◕^｡}Ciel]

 

 

Ivan purred gently as he watched the other suck the head of his cock like a lollipop; a delectable sweet, lollipop. Letting out a rather low chuckle, he felt the other kissed down his thighs and between his legs. Smirking softly, he inhaled deeply and sat up so that he would be able to move into the proper position.

 

Seeing the other grabbing a tub of lubrication from the drawer, he raised an eye-brown; leave it to the motels to make sure that they restock in lube and condoms. It was sad that they knew that hookers came here for sex, and that they helped them continue to do it… though Ivan was rather grateful. The Belarusian man only had safe sex, given that he didn’t want to get any sexually transmitted diseases. Despite being a whore, he had common sense. And as the other made the familiar “come hither” motion, he slowly crawled on top of the other, the muscle in his naked body rippling beneath his flesh as he allowed his plump, smooth ass to face the other’s face rather proudly. Thankfully, nobody else had used him for the night. His hole still puckered and waiting, clean, and tight enough to recognize that he hadn’t been stretched.

 

When Ivan had sex when he went to that club, he usually only slept with one man a night… he usually was used and spent to his near breaking point, until he could hardly focus on anything anymore. He was usually left alone in the motel after sessions, unable to walk or move, too tired to be able to do anything. Sighing quietly, he continued to think. He knew that he’d probably never see this man again; given the fact he was whore and this man was a cop who was apparently letting him go.

 

He watched the other jacking himself off, and it made him blush softly, and slowly took one of his own hands and peeled his fingers away from the strained cock. Slowly, he parted his lips and took the head of his cock into his mouth, slowly sucking on the head. His tongue brushed the slit of it carefully, falling and dipping into the slip, sucking on it gratefully.