18+ Filthy [oneshot]

[munechika]

This is honestly just nasty porn because I wanted to practice and for some reason decided to be gross about it. There's no protection or proper procedure because they're stupid and I don't recommend following their lead please use protection and proper prep OTL But hopefully otherwise it's ok since it's been awhile and I'm kind of rusty.

 

Some people came to bars to get tipsy and laid. Dresden came to bars to get smashed and fucked into the wall of some seedy bathroom. The air was stale and reeked of alcohol and vomit and sweat, and he'd have been fighting the urge to gag if his mouth wasn't occupied by some guy's fingers.

 

His head was foggy, clouded up by a five-glasses-of-whiskey induced haze, and absolutely everything felt fucking amazing. His jeans were around his ankles, and as his boytoy of the night's fingers worked him open in fluid, rough strokes, Dresden's hips banged into the wall hard enough to bruise. His breathing had already gone ragged, and each time his cock rubbed against grimy tiles filthy and disgusting, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a groan tore from his throat.

 

There wasn't much lower he could sink than this, he was sure. Drunk off his ass in a bar restroom with some guy he barely knew about to plow into him, this was the shit people spit on. In some corner of his mind, Dresden noted he'd probably get hot for that too—alcohol always had a special way of fucking him up.

 

But there was decidedly less fucking going on right now than he wanted, and as the blond man's lips curled his teeth bit down on the fingers digging into his tongue.

 

"Ow—are you trying to take them off?" It felt weird having so much freedom to move his jaw, to talk and have his words come out clear even through his pants.

 

"You gonna do me or not asshole? I don't give a shit if it hurts." In fact, he was anticipating it. He could imagine the burn of being stretched too far, the searing pain muddled by hot pleasure, and if this fucker didn't want to give it to him then he'd find someone else.

 

The other's breath was shallow, and Dresden could feel the puffs of air on his ear. A shiver wracked his body, and in a second flat he felt a hand tangling in his hair and then his cheek was being smashed against the wall.

 

"I was going to be nice about this, but that's not what you're after tonight is it?" Dresden could hear the laughter hidden behind the man's words, but rather than a reply, he only graced the other with a glaring blue eye that was barely visible through the curtain of blond locks framing his face. Just get on with it.

 

He was leaking already, smearing this grungy wall with more filth, and if this dick didn't give him want he wanted already—

 

"My name's Aldric," his partner whispered, breaking Dresden's chain of thoughts. He tried to turn his head farther to really pin him—Aldric— with a leer, but the man's grip on his head was strong as hell.

 

"The fuck do I care?" he growled, lacing his words with the venom he couldn't give with a stare.

 

"So you know what you should be screaming."

 

And then all at once Aldric slammed into him.

 

Dresden's mouth fell open, but only choked sounds escaped. He could feel saliva dribbling down his chin, but he didn't give one goddamn shit about it because Aldric was brutal and relentless as he began pounding him into the wall. Dresden couldn't think straight, and when Aldric's hands both dug into his hips the blond braced himself against tile on pure reflex to keep from falling over.

 

When thoughts started to become coherent again, Dresden made an attempt at swallowing before licking his lips, moving them around the word, "Al... Aldric." His hips began to push back, and while his timing was sloppy at first, he knew fell into rhythm when his whole world stopped as Aldric hit him just right.

 

"Say it again," the other man rasped eventually, lips moving against Dresden's neck. His teeth dug into the soft flesh, and Dresden had to take a moment to process it would probably bruise an ugly black and blue. The thought alone drew out a low moan from the back of his throat.

 

"Aldric," he finally responded, and he could feel the pace pick up.

 

"Again," he demanded, shoving Dresden against the wall and ramming into him.

 

Dresden released a shaky breath, "Aldric."

 

"Again."

 

"Aldric—"

 

And then Dresden's thighs were trembling as he came, muscles taunt as white hot pleasure tore through his body all the way to his toes. Aldric's thrusts never ceased, and Dresden rode them out as he is nerves were alight with stimulus.

 

Aldric's voice soon sounded in the distance, something like, "Can I...?" and Dresden managed a, "Fuck yes," before he felt the man spill inside him, filling him with liquid heat.

 

It dripped down the inside of his thighs as Aldric pulled back, but Dresden was too blissed out to pay it any mind. He body felt spent and almost everywhere was throbbing, but the world was fuzzy and it wasn't just the alcohol in his system. He could never get enough of filthy sex in a shithole that would make anyone want to vomit.

 

It didn't fully register that he was being guided to a stall until two strong hands were pressing his shoulders down onto a toilet.

 

"I can't let you go looking like this, can I?" Aldric hummed, and Dresden realized this was the first time he got a good look at the guy's face. Not bad, dark brown eyes and hair a paler blond than his. A wry smirk tugged at his lips as he ran a hand through sweat soaked hair.

 

"I dunno, I think just-fucked is a good look on me."

 

Aldric chuckled, and his hand went to the inside of Dresden's knee. "Oh it is, but I wasn't talking about that." He lifted Dresden's leg and lowered himself onto his knees. "I was talking about this."

 

The slick feeling of his tongue sliding over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, lapping up the cum that leaked out of him, was almost unbearable. Dresden's knuckles turned white as he gripped the sides of the toilet seat, head lolled back revealing the vast column of his throat.

 

He was a shaking, trembling mess by the time Aldric was done, and he had neither the strength nor the will to resist when the man leaned over to give him one more love bite on the side of his neck.

 

"I thought about giving you a rimjob too," he breathed, and Dresden shuddered. "But I want you to remember me when you wash it out later, and when you see all the marks I gave you."

 

He began to withdraw, back straightening, until Dresden reached out and yanked him down by his shirt. Their mouths met in a messy clash of teeth, but Dresden shoved his tongue past Aldric's lips to mend it and they both separated out of breath and panting.

 

"I come here every Friday at eleven. Ever fucked in a booth before?"