“A-Alex!” Desmond tried to get his voice to work as the man all but shoved him into the room. It was one of the bar’s storage rooms, or something like that. He caught himself against a wall before he could stumble and his ears picked up the sound of a lock clicking into place. Part of him, the assassin part that would never really leave him no matter how much he wanted to leave it behind, became anxious at the thought of being locked in a small room with no way out. “We can’t be back here! What if they need me?”
“Shh~” Alex Mercer all but purred into his ear, pressing his body against Desmond’s. His hands danced up to the bartender’s chest before pressing down on his pelvis. Desmond shivered as the other man rolled his hips against him; he could feel a growing hardness through two pairs of pants. “You’re on break now.”
Alex’s hands had soon loosened the belt holding up Desmond’s dress slacks and dove beneath the hem to rub against the skin of pelvis and lower abdomen. “This…” the bartender turned his head to try and read Alex’s expression, “wouldn’t have to do with the guys who got handsy before, would it? You know they’re good and drunk—“
A growl and a nip to an ear silenced Desmond. “I don’t like others touching what’s mine.” He pressed him closer to the wall as he snapped his hips forward again. “It wasn’t your fault, it comes with the territory. But I still don’t like it.” Alex growled softly again before he slowly knelt behind Desmond. Hands trailing downwards, dropping his pants. Desmond gasped as teeth grazed his skin before closing on the hem of his boxers and were pulled down as well.
Thumbs massaged the areas of his ass were the drunk patrons had pinched him. “Ahh!” Desmond gasped as a hand smacked his bottom hard enough to burn at first and tingle after over the same area one braver (and probably drunker) patron had slapped him earlier. “Do you like that better? Or do you like anyone that fondles your ass? Hmmm Desmond?”
“N-no…” The former assassin shivered and pressed his cheek against the wall. “But that’s what we bartenders have to deal with. Touchy feely drunk patrons—ah!” Again, a hand smacked his other ass cheek, the sound loud enough to be heard over the bass of whatever song was being blasted out in the bar.
“Do you know what I’d do if I could Desmond? I’d bend you right over that bar and fuck you so hard that everyone would know not to touch you~” He could feel the breath of the playfully-possessive words against his ass. He bit one of his knuckles in an attempt to stop the wanton moan that left him. Gods, he got hard so fast when Alex talked dirty like that.
Alex chuckled as his fingers continued to move. He could tell without feeling that Desmond was already hard. He leaned closer and ran his tongue over the lightly abused skin. He loved the taste the tanned skin always seemed to give off. He lathered affection all over the curves of his ass, ears tuning out the sounds of the bar but tuning in to the delicious sounds Desmond was making. Finally, he used his fingers to spread apart the skin to reveal his next prize: Desmond’s entrance. He blew air teasingly against it, giving his boyfriend a hint of where he would go next.
“There!?” Desmond nearly squeaked. “You’re putting your t-tongue there?”
Alex laughed, “Of course~ It feels wonderful. Trust me; I’ll show you.” He drew back a moment to arrange Desmond’s body into a better position, pulling his hips away from the wall and spreading his legs a bit apart.
Fill: Why, What a Tongue You Have! 1/?
“Shh~” Alex Mercer all but purred into his ear, pressing his body against Desmond’s. His hands danced up to the bartender’s chest before pressing down on his pelvis. Desmond shivered as the other man rolled his hips against him; he could feel a growing hardness through two pairs of pants. “You’re on break now.”
Alex’s hands had soon loosened the belt holding up Desmond’s dress slacks and dove beneath the hem to rub against the skin of pelvis and lower abdomen. “This…” the bartender turned his head to try and read Alex’s expression, “wouldn’t have to do with the guys who got handsy before, would it? You know they’re good and drunk—“
A growl and a nip to an ear silenced Desmond. “I don’t like others touching what’s mine.” He pressed him closer to the wall as he snapped his hips forward again. “It wasn’t your fault, it comes with the territory. But I still don’t like it.” Alex growled softly again before he slowly knelt behind Desmond. Hands trailing downwards, dropping his pants. Desmond gasped as teeth grazed his skin before closing on the hem of his boxers and were pulled down as well.
Thumbs massaged the areas of his ass were the drunk patrons had pinched him. “Ahh!” Desmond gasped as a hand smacked his bottom hard enough to burn at first and tingle after over the same area one braver (and probably drunker) patron had slapped him earlier. “Do you like that better? Or do you like anyone that fondles your ass? Hmmm Desmond?”
“N-no…” The former assassin shivered and pressed his cheek against the wall. “But that’s what we bartenders have to deal with. Touchy feely drunk patrons—ah!” Again, a hand smacked his other ass cheek, the sound loud enough to be heard over the bass of whatever song was being blasted out in the bar.
“Do you know what I’d do if I could Desmond? I’d bend you right over that bar and fuck you so hard that everyone would know not to touch you~” He could feel the breath of the playfully-possessive words against his ass. He bit one of his knuckles in an attempt to stop the wanton moan that left him. Gods, he got hard so fast when Alex talked dirty like that.
Alex chuckled as his fingers continued to move. He could tell without feeling that Desmond was already hard. He leaned closer and ran his tongue over the lightly abused skin. He loved the taste the tanned skin always seemed to give off. He lathered affection all over the curves of his ass, ears tuning out the sounds of the bar but tuning in to the delicious sounds Desmond was making. Finally, he used his fingers to spread apart the skin to reveal his next prize: Desmond’s entrance. He blew air teasingly against it, giving his boyfriend a hint of where he would go next.
“There!?” Desmond nearly squeaked. “You’re putting your t-tongue there?”
Alex laughed, “Of course~ It feels wonderful. Trust me; I’ll show you.” He drew back a moment to arrange Desmond’s body into a better position, pulling his hips away from the wall and spreading his legs a bit apart.