I Want You More (18+)(YellowMelon and LoneDigger)(Private)

[YellowMelon]

A drunken Ace was easy to entertain, so he was amused by the normal bodily reactions Nikita gave. The constricting of the abdominal muscles meant he had to be doing something right, especially paired with the rising bulge underneath his pants. If Nikita was to object now the prostitute would find little meaning to it, but he would gladly oblige. How cruel would be the man to do that with the way he was reacting! Ace removed his hand from underneath Nikita's shirt for the cloth to cover him again. His attention was now directed downward as he played with the other's zipper. He slowly pulled down the tab and pushed a finger between the gap to lightly brush against the underwear. He then stuck in another finger, but this time purposefully pressed against the organ underneath.

 

"Is it uncomfortable for you yet?" The shorter man whispered to the taller, aware of how tight his pants must feel. To help lessen the feeling, Ace, just as fast as he had put them in, immediately removed his fingers from between Nikita's zipper and closed his pants for him. "That must be better," the prostitute lightly patted his crotch as he looked up at the other, "If you want me to do more, we should take our business somewhere else, don't you think?" He spoke to Nikita as though he was a client, but he knew full-well he had not been hired to offer his services to the man. He was doing so because he wanted to and he wanted Nikita to accept them. It seemed like the ex-client wasn't as stubborn as he was before.

 

"Of course, if you would rather do this with someone else," Ace suddenly spoke, stepping back to widen the space between them, "Then I'll be waiting outside to see who you leave with." That didn't mean he would be completely leaving the club, but it was a hint he would be waiting outside for him if he chose to follow. Ace immediately left Nikita after those words and headed for the exit. He would surely follow him, would he not? Stepping out of the bar, Ace patiently waited with his back against the building for the other. He hoped it had not been too early to assume that Nikita would follow him. He would surely have teased him more if that was the case. Well, if he didn't show, he would have to go in and find him or, rather, call a cab and go home. With the latter thought now in mind, Ace turned his back to face the door while he looked down at his cell phone.

[LoneDigger]

Was this Ace's way of getting revenge on him for every time he had rejected the other's advances, even when it was him who had called upon a prostitute, only to be too coward to let him try? Nikita knew he deserved this, and as far as karma went this actually wasn't the worst he had felt, far from it in fact. Though the way Ace was touching him, yet barely so was enough to cloud any lingering judgement or second thoughts. He kind of hated the way his erection twitched against his fingertips, from that alone seemed an overreaction on his part, though he was hardly in control of such things.

He couldn't believe how cruel Ace was acting, yet so subtle. He wasn't hurting him, but the way he just sounded so self satisfied while innocently tucking him away was just too much. Resorting Nikita to loose all form of his words, and he just let out a soft grunt of defeat.

As much as he hated to chase after anyone, when Ace suddenly stopped all contact and restrained his impatiently throbbing member, leaving him there with no other choice but to follow.

The light haired man took a deep breath before walking outside with tunnel vision. Nothing could distract him when he had his eyes set on something. That gave him some of his old confidence back, despite his own discomfort he seemed to just stride up to Ace as if this was the plan all along. His pale blues landed on the other male as he also leaned against the wall with one arm, just barely hovering over the smaller man as he waited for him to look up. He knew Ace noticed him, but he was on his phone again.

[YellowMelon]

Ace immediately froze when a shadow fell over him. He knew who it was, but he avoided giving the known individual attention until he had put away his phone. Only then did he finally look up, staring at the blue eyes that looked down at him. He knew what he was expecting because he had made the invitation, yet he was waiting for something to be said. Did he really expect him to do it here? Nikita was bold if that was what he wanted, although he doubted the possibility even crossed his mind. He was probably waiting for him to tell him where they were going. Still, the sex worker remained silent. This was certainly anticlimactic.

 

"Nikita," he whispered before stepping in front of the individual and pressing him against the wall, "You know, it's not very helpful if you don't say something." This time, instead of teasing, Ace directly rubbed the erection with the palm of his hand, kneading the covered bulge. As he did this, he forced Nikita to spread his legs by kicking at his heels as a means to lower his height. He slipped a hand under his shirt again after licking two of his fingers to stimulate a nipple. "If you don't tell me where you want to go then I'm going to stop right here." Ace threatened and, having done it moments ago, he would surely do it again. He certainly didn't think Nikita would want him to go any further in public despite it being this late at night.

 

"You have three seconds to tell me or I'm leaving." Although the time limit was a joke, Ace spoke in a serious tone. As he said this, he started to lessen his physical contact with Nikita by slowing the pace at which he stimulated him.

[LoneDigger]

How was he supposed to know that? Okay, maybe it was some unspoken rule. But he thought Ace would be done teasing him by now, but again he was sorely mistaken.

Nikita knew he shouldn't have caved in so easily from just the other touching him. A small part of him wanted to the let the other have this, if it meant getting close to some kind of end. The blond wasn't dense, even if it had been awhile since he had been in courtship. Ace was setting the rules to test him. It wasn't like he didn't know what he was doing, it seemed actually an efficient way for the dark haired man to make sure he wasn't going to waste his time again.

Nikita was going to make sure of that.

 

The blond fought the urge to grab Ace, not because he wanted to stop the other but it was a thing of control he had to let go. He knew the other had been staring at his chest in the first place, but he honestly wasn't expecting the prostitute to actually grab one of his teats. It wasn't like Ace was hurting him, he just wasn't used this kind of assertion directed at him, but actually it was kind of a nice change. Even if he would refuse to ever admit that.

Instead he gently reached behind the other, placing his hand over the small of the Ace's back to press him just slightly closer. As if silently saying he didn't want him to go anywhere.

 

"Hotel."

 

He stated simply, as if actually believing the three second limit was not just a joke. He didn't even have a room yet, but he couldn't invite Ace to his place period. And it would have been rude to suggest they go to the other's home since it was not his to decide, leaving that as the only last option in his mind.

[YellowMelon]

The slightest touch from Nikita caused the prostitute to try to pull away, however, unsuccessfully. He couldn’t have expected the other to be completely passive towards his advances, but he didn’t strike him as aggressive either. Ace certainly liked being in control with inexperienced partners because their innocent reactions always amused him. Although, depending on how skilled his partner may be, he didn’t mind being teased himself. He didn’t expect his current one to have much experience with foreplay, considering, if he did, he would be showing off. Then again, maybe being in public was causing him too much embarrassment to try anything too bold. No matter the reason or his level of expertise, Ace would surely give him whatever services he wanted.

 

“Hotel?” He repeated, making sure he heard him correctly. “You’re lucky I know where a hotel is here unless you’d be going home with blue balls.” There was a short silence as the speaker thought about what he said. “That wouldn’t be so terrible though, would it?” The shorter male let out a quiet laugh at the suggestion and thought. He didn’t know whether Nikita would despite him for that or if it would be a smart tactic to leave him wanting more. To think he would see the man again was an unusual thought, but he certainly couldn’t rule it out after running into him so many times. Whatever the future held, the present was intended for a one-night stand.

 

“Okay,” Ace stopped touching Nikita to look at his surroundings, “You’re going to have to get yourself together and walk to the hotel with me. I’m not paying for a cab because I need to pay for the hotel room.” The man glanced at the blond behind him briefly before taking off, expecting, as usual, to be followed. The hotel was not that far away with the building being able to be spotted from the bar. A smart move of the hotel’s part, Ace always believed, to set up near a bar. Convenient for him especially and, at this moment, for Nikita also.

 

***

 

Reserving a room for the night was not difficult, given that the hotel had rooms available specifically for overnight stays. All the time, both walking to the hotel and standing in the elevator, Ace purposefully kept his distance from Nikita, not touching or sparing a glance at the blonde and blue eyes. It was as though he had forgotten he was with company. What a cruel thing to do, yet, somehow, satisfying for the individual doing it. Upon arrival at their reserved room, Ace was quick to swipe the key card and hurry his companion into the living space.

 

“Time to strip,” he chimed as he briefly turned to lock the door before approaching Nikita, “Strip and sit on the bed.” He ordered with a smile, giving no indication that he, himself, would be helping or removing his own clothes. No, no, the agreement was to admire Nikita, was it not? So, he intended to do just that for a while. “If you do what I say, I’ll be sure to give you a reward, alright?” Ace looked up at Nikita as he slipped a leg between the other's to cause friction to his cock.

[LoneDigger]

Now he was positive that this was Ace's own special way of punishing him for everything that had transpired before this moment. And again, he couldn't even say that the other was wrong to react in such a way. In fact, if it were him he probably wouldn't have even been this nice about it. Even if that were hardly the case.

The man bit down on his lower lip to suppress a groan as his hips instinctually pressed forward against the other's leg.

At this point he'd put up with just about anything to get Ace to stay. He wanted no one else, that whole night at the bar no one caught his attention. He always found himself going back to the prostitute even when he knew he shouldn't have.

He wasn't normally so self destructive, but when it came to his sexuality was a train wreck.

 

For now he'd just have to do what Ace wanted, and hope the other would give him something in return. There was no guarantee, he could be walking into another dead end, but he had to try.

He began to strip as demanded, going down to his fitted boxers and then hesitating. He didn't know whether he was supposed to take them off as well, and in that split second of decision he decided to leave them one. His last layer of protection so to speak.

[YellowMelon]

It was exciting to watch a man unclothe himself, although not too exciting for him to react to such a site. It seemed unfair for Nikita to be having so much fun while he, still flaccid, directed and watched. There was nothing to be jealous about, however, as he would be sure to fulfill his own needs when they arose, even if his partner neglected to do so. Perhaps, instead, he should instruct him to? Would it not be helpful to teach him such things now in case another situation like this occurred? He didn't want Nikita to embarrass himself if he ever returned to the bar in hopes of something like this happening again.

 

Ace stared at the clothes on the ground as he debated on what he should do next. He had to be tactical. He wouldn't give Nikita what he wanted until he said he wanted it. He'd make sure of that. This was one way of teaching him to be more vocal. When he finally looked up from the floor, there was no time for the blond to react before he had him sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart. He stood between those opened legs and casually dropped to his knees to come eye level to the last piece of fabric covering the sitting individual.

 

"You shouldn't keep these on unless you want them to get dirty." Of course, if Nikita was into that sort of fetish, he wouldn't judge. Ace briefly licked the bulge protruding from the boxers while a hand simultaneously pulled down on the fabric. He continued to wet the covering with his mouth until he finally urged the man to completely take them off, not giving him a choice before forcibly removing them. "That was really inconvenient," he muttered, clearly annoyed, "Do you expect me to do all the the work?" The question was said lightheartedly without real meaning as he would gladly take on the job. Ace briefly moved away from the naked individual to remove his glasses lest they might get in the way. Upon returning to his spot before, nestled on the ground directly in front of Nikita, he worked his mouth to wet the cock in front of him.

 

He slowly licked the shaft from the base to the tip, playfully nipping along the way. As he did this, he felt his own pants becoming painfully tight, yet he restrained from freeing his own dick from the constraining material. At the head of the cock, Ace gave the tip extra attention by running his tongue over the slit repeatedly. He pressed his tongue firmly against the hole, then released pressure. The pace at which he moved his tongue changed with his movements, rapid at first, then slowing down, and then quickening again. As he did this, he skillfully made use of his hands to massage the balls and lightly ran his fingertips up and down the shaft, hoping to trigger a light, pleasant sensation which Nikita would respond to.

[LoneDigger]

At first Nikita seemed to forget that he could actually do something. Maybe he was unclear of the rules, but as Ace nestled between his thighs he found his hand balling up into fists by his sides as his legs stretched slightly, pressing down against the floor as if to steady himself. He shuddered slightly when his underwear was removed, the air of the room suddenly felt so cold against the heat his member was producing. Only the sensation didn't last long before he felt it being caressed by the other's tongue, causing him to let out a low groan. His breathing significantly heavier again now that he was being stimulated.

 

It did suddenly occur to him that Ace hadn't said he couldn't touch him as well. It only seemed the appropriate thing to do, or rightfully inappropriate in this case. He reached down to card his hand through his hair, admiring him without his glasses. Though he didn't look bad with them, it just made his face and eyes all more apparent.

He wanted to tell the other that, but he was finding it hard to speak right now so he did the next best thing that he could. Which was to carefully raise up his foot to rub at Ace's crotch. He wasn't so sure if this was such a nice thing to do after experiencing something similar, but maybe it was his form of payback. Or maybe Ace was into it, he had no idea. But he had to do something, didn't he?

[YellowMelon]

Ace paused moving his mouth when he felt his crotch being touched. The sensation he received caused him to shudder, both in pleasure and in pain, but, still, his dick remained covered. He refused to give Nikita the satisfaction of seeing how much that simple action made him want to reach down and stroke himself. He couldn’t have his partner thinking he had to upper hand in the slightest until he tried harder, although such a thing was difficult to do with his focus shifting from the hard-on in his hands to the one in his pants. If he was without self-control he would have been begging for more attention, to be touched directly by his hands. Instead, the prostitute roughly grabbed onto the ankle of the invading foot and pushed the extremity away in an attempt to show his displeasure when, in reality, the hand which grabbed the foot was shaking.

 

More licks and nips were given to the hard-on when he covered the head with his mouth. Slowly, he took in the cock until he almost reached the base, then started to bob his head. He let out short moans as his saliva wet the erection and his tongue slid with his movements. His skills were weak despite this not being his first blowjob, but who could blame with his own cock being unattended for so long. He soon felt the consequences of his negligence, so much so that the feeling was unbearable. Ace released the cock from its warm entrapment when he decided to stand, a look of discomfort clearly on his face. He pressed himself against Nikita to force the man to fall onto his back with his body covering his. He swiftly undid his own pants, letting them drop to the ground with his briefs, to align his cock against the arousal of the man below him. He desperately wanted to thrust his hips against Nikita, but, with his last thread of control, stopped himself from doing so.

 

“Nikita,” Ace whispered, lowing himself to rest his chin on the chest of the other, “What do you want me to do? Should I keep going or should I release myself first and let you take care of yourself?” The prostitute teased, a hand reaching to touch a nipple. Ace finally discarded his last piece of clothing, his shirt, before lifting himself onto the mattress so he no longer stood off the bed. “Why not watch me, actually?” The man smirked as he spread his legs to give the taller male a better view. Ace placed his hands on his swollen member, precum leaking from his tip, as he began stroking himself, closing his eyes as he did so. Surely, this would get Nikita to do something, unless he much rather preferred watching than doing. Either way, Ace found the experience pleasurable, thrusting his hips unconsciously with his own hands wrapped around his cock. “Nikita,” he moaned, opening his blue eyes to look at the other.

[LoneDigger]

If everything Ace had done hadn't somehow catch the man's attention, then surely hearing his name spoken out loud like that was enough to really make him focus on the other.

The blond had almost been ready to just grab their members both in his grasp and stroke them off together, and usually he was more a man of action. But something about the sex worker's tone made him curious and for once he would rather just observe.

Maybe it was because he really did find the man infatuating. Ace represented something he had always deeply desired, but denied himself. As if punishment for daring to even consider it he had somehow convinced himself he was straight and more than that. That he truly loved his wife, and he did. But not the way he could with a man. Though at this moment he wasn't even thinking about her, she had been shoved back to that same spot that his sexuality had once been hidden the moment he decided to walk into that bar.

 

Nikita just loved hearing his name, the way it rolled off Ace's tongue just made him feel something. Even if it was such a simple thing he couldn't help but feel even warmer, which he hadn't thought possible, as he reached down to touch himself. His pale blue gaze never once leaving the show in front of him.

[YellowMelon]

Being watched was not something he thought would excite him, but he found himself greatly liking the attention. It was oddly embarrassing. He was used to being watched, yet those blue eyes seemed to be burning holes through his body. He suddenly felt hot, as though there was a heater in the room that had been turned up unreasonably high. He could only imagine his pale skin turning a pinkish hue. An unpleasant feeling of weakness caused Ace to turn his eyes away. He wanted to be in control, to be the one to make his partner feel powerless, not the other way around. With any other partner he would have been submissive, easily accepted defeat and quickly sought some form of release, but he would not do so with Nikita. Perhaps it was the alcohol clouding his mind, making him so strong-willed, wanting him to somehow win when there was nothing to be won. Yes, that was it. The alcohol was to blame.

 

His breath quickened as he stroked his member. A low groan was released from his lips. Ever so slightly he turned his face away, causing his dark hair to cover his eyes and hide his blushing, something he could not see but knew was happening. He let out repeated moans while he was conscious of a warmth building up in his cock. He was close, but he hoped Nikita was closer. The mattress dipped when he diced to crawl towards the man parallel to him, pushing him down once again to grab their hard-ons. He rested his forehead against Nikita's chest and one arm held himself up from completely lying on the person underneath him. In sharp movement, he thrust his hips to rub his cock against the other man's. "Nikita," he rushed out the name, "Nikita, I want to cum." He whined slightly, as though waiting for permission, yet his movements became all the more desperate. His self-control was vanishing in the moment.

[LoneDigger]

Nikita never thought of himself as being someone who would be so turned on by simply watching, but he was simply riveted by Ace. This was really his first time seeing another man like this and it proved to be extremely exciting for him. Not just because it was another male, though that of course helped, but that the man it was attached to was Ace.

When the other suddenly moved towards him the blond did nothing to stop him from pinning him down and grabbing their members together, because that was what he had originally wanted. How lucky he got a little bit of both shows. Though this was the best way to end it, connected in some strange way. He could feel their heat and liquid combining in Ace's hand, and it wasn't long before another liquid found itself shooting out, but not before Nikita had thrust his hips forward in a low moan, "Cum with me."

[YellowMelon]

At the command of Nikita, hearing a voice which he longed to hear, Ace orgasmed to that deep moan and thrust of the hips which met his. White liquid now covered his hand and Nikita's stomach. He admired the sight for a short time before lying himself next to the other man where he stared at the ceiling. There was a silence between the two which was soon broken by his voice." "I'll get a wet cloth to clean us off." He let out a quick sigh as he pushed himself off the mattress and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. "Don't move," he ordered as he turned on the faucet, "You're messy." The complaint, as obvious as it was, was spoken more to himself than directed to the described individual. Ace ran a washcloth under warm water to clean his own body before wetting a second washcloth with cold water. He stared at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, although pointlessly since his own image was a blur. There was no need to worry about his appearance now, not when there was an even more unkempt man in the adjacent room.

 

He returned to Nikita with the cold washcloth and, without warning, dropped the wet cloth on the man's stomach. Ace, although roughly, throughly cleaned the pale skin, washing off any traces of cum on the individual. He then left the cloth on the male and, staying naked, rested on his side to face the blond, yet not so close as to touch him. He was hit with a sudden tiredness and closed his eyes because of it. "Will you be sleeping here until morning or going?" He rolled over to rest on his opposite side as he spoke, as though not really wanting to know the answer. He hoped he stayed, a little part of him knew he would be happy to hear such words, but he made no such assumption or voiced that wish. With a client, he was usually the one to wash up and leave, not wanting to stay too long lest he may forget about another client he had to service the same day. That was happening now, forgetting his early morning appointment tomorrow, just wanting to sleep for however long he felt like and seeking to sleep next to someone. Anyone would really do, but there was only one person with him now which he could do it with, if the man decided to stay. But what was the likelihood of that.

[LoneDigger]

Deep shame.

 

Even in the afterglow that stupid regret showed itself from the simple comment about the obvious state he was in.

To him, it was nothing but disgust and scolding coming from Ace, not because of how the other acted. This was Nikita putting his own insecurities in the form of someone else since it was easier to blame anyone else but himself. Not that he was faulting the other for this... even if the other had approached him and then proceeded to tempt him... Again, it was always someone else's fault. He had hardly accepted himself at all, even if he had gone all the way tonight.

He was paralyzed against the bed, the only thing that snapped him out of it was the sudden cold dampness that hit his stomach, causing him to flinch and flex back his abs, albeit in a nervous way rather than to show off.

The roughness of the other's actions only solidified his own delusion that Ace was punishing him for being this way. Even thought the prostitute initiated it he was still repulsed by him, that's just how bad Nikita thought of himself then. Not even a sex worker could look at him, but really it was the blond who had his eyes pulled away from Ace. The same gaze that had not moments ago been locked on the exact same one it was avoiding.

 

When Ace spoke again, it was as if a pin could have dropped and sounded like a nuclear warhead from the silence that followed after, making the soft choking sound from Nikita all the more apparent. It wasn't like he was a talkative person as was painfully clear, but that question proved to be too much. Even though it was seemingly harmless. To the man it was a slap in the face.

[YellowMelon]

Ace fidgeted uncomfortably without getting an answer. Had Nikita fallen asleep? Was he already leaving? Or was he cleaning himself a second time? He was scared to look, expecting the blonde to be missing from the bed, although he knew the thought would be proven wrong because he could still feel the person next to him. He was still very aware of his surroundings and the silence from the other individual even though his eyes were closed. Perhaps Nikita was waiting for him to leave? Was it silly of him to think he could stay because he had paid for the hotel? He was still a prostitute after all, and he knew how much the other was aware of that. Because of his uncertainties, Ace swung his legs over the side of the bed to sit up as though he was going to leave. Instead, boldly, he lowered himself on the mattress again while, this time, he rested the back of his head on the stomach of the taller man. His eyes now open and head tilted slightly to look at the face of Nikita, searching for something, anything, that would give him a clue as to what he was thinking. He didn’t mid quiet clients, but, right now, he was not with a client, so the silence bothered him greatly.

 

“Given your response,” which was no response at all, “I’m left to assume one of two things: you wish whatever happened hadn’t or you would rather have done it with someone else?” He had been a bit forceful with him, but Nikita gave him no indication that he disproved of what he was doing, not until now, at least. “Well, it was good this was a once in a lifetime thing!” Ace suddenly announced excitedly, although he could not hide the slight disappointment in his voice, not because he would not repeat such acts with Nikita, as that was his intention to begin with--the sexual relationship to only happen once--but because the slight happiness he felt had now vanished. It was as though he was with any regular client.

 

“I’ll get dressed first. You can stay in the room.” He whispered, although made no action to follow what he said.

[LoneDigger]

When Nikita felt the bed shifting as Ace moved to what he thought was to get dressed to leave, only to feel a weight on his abdomen. He dared to glanced down and even without looking he could tell it was the other's head, since his hair was kind of soft. It wasn't bad, the bit of pressure there as he reached over with one arm to drape over Ace's chest, as if to keep him from getting up too fast since he hadn't been able to say what he needed to hear before.

 

"... I'm glad it was with you."

 

Well, that was confusing given the way he was acting. But the blond had never been particularly gifted when it came to words. But the statement was genuine as it could get. If there was regrets, it had nothing to do with Ace. Even if he would have liked to blame someone else for his confusion.

[YellowMelon]

I’m glad it was with you.

 

What a silly sentiment. To have those words be genuine made them even more humorous to him. If only he was in the mood to laugh, he would be disregarding them with a hearty chuckle. Instead, all he could do was smile. The arm that rested over him gave him little comfort. He wished the action had been more possessive, demanding him to stay, but the gesture was lazy. He knew, by now, Nikita was not the aggressive type. As much as he wanted him to be and despite the countless times he had tried to provoke him, he was a rather stubborn man. He was aware of that during their first meeting as a client and prostitute. It seemed like nothing had changed despite this being a non-business encounter.

 

He didn’t know what he was hoping for anymore as he stayed on the bed. He found himself unconsciously hugging the arm on him, as if trying to get some warmth from that arm. It was pointless to stay if he couldn’t cuddle properly; however cliche it may be, he wanted to cuddle, fall asleep, and then wake up the next day in the arms of the other man. He did not find it necessary to voice such desires to Nikita though. It was just the mood he was in. He wished for nothing more.

 

“It’s late,” Ace sighed as he lifted the arm over his chest and removed himself from the bed, “I should be going.” He gathered his clothes that were scattered on the floor and pulled on each piece of fabric. His shoes were the last to be slipped on before retrieving his glasses. He felt his front pockets to ensure that both his cell phone and wallet were still on him, and they were. “Well, time to pick up another ride,” Ace chimed to himself as he brushed his fingers through his hair, “I’ll return to the bar and see if anyone is available to give me a free ride home.” Perhaps, an employee or the bartender? He would have to wait until the club closed, but he would surely be allowed to fall asleep somewhere.

 

“Is there anything you want before I leave?” He glanced at the blond individual, not knowing what he meant by the question but still asking.