Sweet Sin (Eornostlice and Zombie) [18+]

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Sure I could just strip you in the toilet and fuck you while you scream my name for anyone outside to hear honey, but I do not treat my dates like cheap whores." For whatever reason, Samuel did not pardon his language, chuckling as they made their way through the crowd, the exit in sight. No. There was something about this boy. It was past impatience. It was pure and unfiltered lust?

 

But he did not feel like stopping even when the signals went up in his brain. With a smile, he complied. Before they could get outside, the older man paused, answering first hand with another kiss. Just as hungry as the first one, dominant and sure as his tongue traced the boy's lips taking his opportunity to slip inside his mouth, tasting him, exploring, sensually wrapping his fingers into his hair. As he pulled back, there was an almost devilish glint in his eyes, the usual pliant, kind and sensitive air that the man had, now much dimmer.

 

It was the small amount of alcohol that made him lose his reservation. It surely was that.

 

"I am afraid you need to be patient to find that out honey but I promise I won't disappoint. I still do plan to make you forget your own name. You are going to beg me to allow you to cum and your entire body will tremble, alright?~" The words were chanted in a happy manner, as if there was nothing remotely obscene about them.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Oliver found it rather ironic to hear that his date wouldn't cheat him like a cheap whore when, in fact, he was just that. Really, though, Oliver liked being treated roughly, like the slut that he was. After all, so many people telling him that he was a slut couldn't all be wrong.

 

Oliver couldn't stop a moan from passing his lips when they were caught in another hungry kiss. He wrapped an arm around the other's neck, pulling him closer to his body, allowing him to take full control. When Sam pulled back, the boy was left panting heavily, with flushed cheeks, blood pulsating towards his groin. Lord, if a simple kiss could do so much, how good exactly was Samuel in bed?

 

Oliver chuckled, hearing the question to which he responded with a cheeky smile and a wink. "One condition only... You'll let me suck you off before we begin." He grinned, leading the man off, away from the bar and towards his house. Thank God the walk was short.

 

As the door of his apartment closed behind him, Oliver exhaled slowly, locking the door immediately. It was a fairly small flat, with nothing too impressive, at least from the first glance. The most luxurious things he had were either clothes or sex-related objects that his Daddies bought for him. "Can I take off your clothes? I want to have the honor..." Oliver smirked, sliding his fingers underneath Samuel's shirt, lifting it over his chest to slide it off entirely. His hands were warm as they slid over the smooth skin, adoring every single little curve he could find. Oliver bit down on his lip, hooking his fingers over the other's belt to pull him towards the bedroom. By now there was a visible bulge in his pants, yet, as expected, he did nothing to even attempt to hide it. After all, he'd shown it quite clearly that he was starving.