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[NSFW] Sinful Sunday - Day 18 - 24
🕑 Added 2021-10-24 13:49:23 +0000 UTCDay 18 - DOUBLE PENETRATION. “Go on. If you want more, give yourself more.”
Day 19 - PUBLIC SEX. When Elliot suggested they do something risky Andreas suggested the disguises. 😂
Day 20 - GORE. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours 🖤”
Day 21 - LINGERIE. Rise and shine. 🍳
Day 22 - OUTDOOR SEX. Haruto’s favorite mid-workout snack. 🥛
Day 23 - VOYEURISM. Andreas’ camera roll has been getting filthier and filthier since he started dating Elliot. 📸 😏
Day 24 - COSPLAY. Here, kitty kitty. 🐾
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Eating Out
By CATHEXIS
Andreas thought he’d been getting used to being taken off guard by Elliot Graham. They’d seen each other nearly every morning at the coffee shop, had gone on dozens of dates, and had a fair amount of knowledge of each other’s preferences, both in bed and out of it. Andreas liked to think that they were settling into the sort of easy familiarity that led to the deepest kind of intimacy between lovers. And yet, when Elliot showed up for their date this evening, Andreas found himself pleasantly wrong-footed once again.
There was something wild and mischievous in Elliot’s eyes when Andreas opened the door, and before he could get a word of greeting out, he found himself pressed against the doorframe, Elliot nipping lightly at his lower lip before sweeping his tongue inside in a deep, searching kiss. He could feel Elliot’s cock, half-hard against his thigh, and all thoughts of polite inquiry about how Elliot’s day had gone or what he should make them for dinner flew out of his head. Andreas half-expected to be dragged towards the bedroom, but Elliot kept them lingering in the open doorway.
The wet sounds of their kissing echoed loud and unmistakable in the stairwell; Andreas could hear his employees downstairs closing up shop for the evening.
“Don’t think I’m complaining,” he said, when Elliot let him up for air. “But what’s gotten into you today?”
Elliot left his hands draped around Andreas neck but he grinned and dropped his head. “I caught a guy jacking off in the stairwell of my building today.”
Andreas paused. That sounded more awkward than arousing to Andreas, but he reserved judgment for the moment. “Was he...hot?” he said, not entirely sure he wanted the answer.
Elliot blinked slowly and looked amused. “I have no idea. I only got a glimpse of him pulling his pants up before he ducked into another floor. But on my way here I started thinking about you.” He rubbed a hand over Andreas’ chest and dropped his voice low. “Getting desperate. Getting your cock out. Doing something you know you shouldn’t.”
Andreas swallowed. Fuck. Pleasant tension started to pool in his gut. “I don’t think I’ve ever been desperate enough to masturbate in public.”
Elliot’s hand drifted down and found Andreas’ cock where it was already starting to swell in his jeans. “Mmm. I’m sure. You’re so well-behaved.”
“Less and less so the more time I spend with you.”
Elliot’s smile was sharp. “That’s what I like to hear.” He gave Andreas’ cock a satisfying squeeze. “So, you wanna misbehave with me today?”
Elliot was clearly angling for something, and, given where the conversation and Elliot’s hands were going, it wasn’t hard for Andreas to guess what that might be. “What did you have in mind?”
Elliot reached for the fly of Andreas’ jeans, ignoring his belt and button, and watched his face as the teeth of the zipper parted slowly. Andreas’ pulse spiked and he glanced at the open stairwell; he could still hear water running and cups clanking and the muted chatter of his employees downstairs. None of them would ever come up here uninvited, but there was no door at the bottom of the stairs, no real barrier of privacy between them right now but distance.
Elliot slipped his fingers inside Andreas’ open fly and touched the skin of his cock. Andreas’ mouth fell open on a stuttered inhale, but Elliot didn’t do anything else, just left his fingers where they were and tilted his head in a silent question; Andreas nodded.
Elliot grinned and leaned in to kiss him again, wet and filthy. He felt Elliots’ fingers shape themselves around his cock as it swelled, guiding it gently past his zipper, until finally he felt cool air on his heated skin. Elliot broke the kiss and stood back to look. Andreas could imagine the picture he made: lips wet and swollen with kisses, color high on his cheeks, and his exposed penis, eager and aroused where it strained out of the opening in his clothes.
“Yeah.” Elliot bit his lip, one corner of his mouth curling up. “Just like I imagined.” He dropped to his knees and put his mouth on Andreas’ cock.
“Oh, shi--” Andreas bit off a curse. There were still people downstairs. He didn’t want to stop. He laid a hand on Elliot’s head.
Elliot didn’t seem inclined to take him deep, however. He kept his focus just on the sensitive tip, suckling with little slick swirls of sensation that were too much and not enough all at once. Too soon, Elliot licked lightly at Andreas’ slit, finishing with a kiss, before rising up and carefully tucking his thickened cock back into his jeans.
“Was that,” Andreas croaked, and cleared his throat. “Was that all you had in mind?”
“Actually,” Elliot said. “I was thinking we should go out. To eat.”
“To eat, huh?” Andreas shook his head. “You are not as smooth as you think you are, y’know.”
“Maybe not. But you have to admit I’m effective.” Elliot said. He leered at the way Andreas’ jeans now bulged obscenely. “I think we should start with dessert first.”
“Brat,” Andreas said, fondly. “If we do this, I have some conditions.”
“You know I can be flexible. Does Moira need to come with us?”
“No. I took her out before you got here.” Andreas pulled Elliot inside the front entrance to the coat rack. He grabbed a hooded jacket that he normally wore when he had to walk Moira in rainy weather, and a ratty blue ball cap saved for extra sunny days.
Elliot smirked and raised an eyebrow at the jacket Andreas handed him. “Really? Disguises?”
“It’s called plausible deniability.”
Elliot laughed. “You’re cute. This won’t save us from getting arrested, you know.”
“No, but at least if we’re spotted by one of my regular customers I can still show my face in the shop Monday morning,” Andreas said and jammed the cap onto his head.
Elliot snickered. “What about if one of my clients sees us?”
“That’s why I gave you a jacket with a hood.”
“Oh.” Elliot smiled softly at the jacket before pulling it on. He sniffed at the collar. “Mm. This smells like you. I might not give it back.”
“If we don’t get arrested for indecent exposure, you can have it.” Andreas traded the sport coat he’d chosen for the evening for an old moto jacket.
“What, no Clark Kent glasses?”
Wordlessly, Andreas drew a pair of mirrored aviators out of his pocket and slipped them on.
Elliot grinned. “Sunglasses at night. Hot,” he said, leaning in close, snaking his hands around Andreas’ waist to give his ass a good squeeze. “But I hope you’ll take them off when I suck you. I like watching you watch me.”
Andreas felt his cock throb. “Well. We’ll see when we get...wherever we’re going.”
“I like how you haven’t actually said no to any of this. Disguises notwithstanding.”
Andreas turned and tried to kiss the cheeky expression off Elliot’s face. “Mmph.” Elliot laughed against his mouth. “I knew it. Andreas Hughes just wants to show the world how big and bad his cock is, and how well I can choke on it.”
Andreas groaned. His erection had calmed down somewhat but he still ached. “You’re a menace.”
“Oh wow, not a single attempt at denying that statement?” Elliot looked almost feral with delight. “Scandalous, Mr. Hughes. Very scandalous.”
Andreas sighed. “C’mon, you. Let’s try not to end this date with jail time.”
***
The streets weren’t crowded, but there were still plenty of people out and about. Andreas thought he probably looked a little stupid with sunglasses on in the waning light of the early evening, but he kept them on all the same. Elliot had gamely pulled the hood up, probably more for Andreas’ peace of mind than out of any real fear of being recognized.
They often walked Moira together now before their dates but, without her happy presence to distract them, a current of anticipation wound through their conversation. Elliot shared a few amusing stories from work, and Andreas mentioned that he was considering hiring an assistant manager, but underneath their casual exchange there was a thead of tension. Elliot usually gave Andreas his full attention when they talked, but now his eyes roved back and forth over their surroundings. Every new alleyway or corridor made Andreas’ heart skip a little. Would this be it? Is this where Elliot would pull him aside?
He felt Elliot’s hand slip into his own and squeeze. “Still game?” Elliot said.
Andreas squeezed back. “Yeah.” He chuckled. “I think you could lead me to hell and I’d go willingly.”
Elliot stopped, grinning at something over Andreas’ shoulder. “Hmm. Come on, then. We’ve got some sinning to do.” Elliot led him down an alley and under a set of metal fire escape stairs that must have led to apartments above. The sun was near setting, and the alcove under the staircase was cast in deep shadow. There were no doors on the street level, no stinking trash nearby, but Andreas could still see light and movement from the street. Somewhere above them he could hear the sound of a radio playing through an open window
“Well?” Elliot said. He backed Andreas against the wall, boxing him in with both arms. “You better hurry. There’s no telling when someone might come by.” He licked his lips, but made no move to touch Andreas himself. His eyes were full of mischief, daring Andreas to make the first move.
Andreas’ nerves settled. He wasn’t about to chicken out in the face of Elliot Graham being impudent. He removed his sunglasses and tucked them away.
Elliot grinned. “There you are. Now show me your cock.”
Andreas’ pulse pounded with adrenaline. His belt clinked softly as he opened it and unzipped his fly. He was already mostly hard. He took a deep breath and then worked the band of his underwear all the way down, exposing himself completely, and felt a thrill at the way Elliot’s eyes widened when he tucked the band under his balls, pushing them up under his cock. He leaned back against the wall and tilted his pelvis up like an offering, and waited.
“Fuck,” Elliot cursed quietly and pressed a hurried kiss to his mouth, biting at Andreas’ lower lip. “You’re so hot. I didn’t think you’d really do this.”
Andreas felt dizzy with how suddenly he wanted to come, to shoot his load right here in public, in this dingy alley, right down Elliot’s throat. He felt both terrified and like he could do absolutely anything. “C’mon,” he said, breathlessly. “I want your mouth on me. I’ll keep watch.”
“Yes.” Elliot knelt on the pavement and stroked Andreas’ cock with one hand, pumping it smoothly as he kissed down the underside and gently sucked one of Andreas’ balls into his mouth. He tongued it for long, lavish moments, rolling it gently beneath the skin until the feeling was on the verge of too much, and then released it with a pop to give the other one the same treatment. Andreas’ eyes rolled back and he thunked his head against the brick wall behind him. The feeling of a warm, wet tongue lapping at his testicles pushed him to the edge of reason more often than not, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out now. Elliot moaned and licked generously, in no apparent hurry despite their precarious position.
Andreas lifted his head, mouth open as he panted as silently as he could manage, remembering he was supposed to be keeping watch. He heard the quiet burr of a zipper and looked down in time to see Elliot pull his dick out of his pants with one hand, stroking himself while he licked Andreas’ balls.
“Fuck,” Andreas gasped. “It’s enough. I want my cock in your mouth.”
Elliot didn’t miss a beat. He took Andreas in in one smooth slide, and when he reached the comfortable limit of his gag reflex, Andreas fisted his hand into Elliot’s hair and held him in place. Elliot moaned softly around his cock.
“Right there,” Andreas said. He tugged lightly, and Elliot slid forward just a little bit further, wetness welling up in the corners of his eyes. “Swallow.”
Elliot swallowed a few times with Andreas’ cock resting at the back of his throat, slick warmth moving rhythmically around the sensitive tip. He stroked himself faster now, all but choking himself on Andreas’ dick, just like he’d promised to. Eventually he wrapped his free hand around the base of Andreas’ cock, and Andreas released his grip on Elliot’s hair.
Elliot pulled back and gulped in air, a line of spit stretching from his reddened lips to Andreas’ erection. He licked and mouthed at the tip as he caught his breath, jacking his own cock frantically before he swallowed Andreas down once more. He moaned softly, his mouth full of cock, and settled into a steady, familiar rhythm that he knew Andreas couldn’t resist.
Andreas' balls felt heavy and full and the tension coiled in his gut as he hurtled inevitably towards orgasm. He closed his eyes and leaned back, preparing to indulge in the voluptuous sensation of Elliot drinking down his load.
Suddenly, a door overhead opened with a loud screech and a bang. Andreas nearly yelped, his heart in his throat, clamping one hand over his mouth and reflexively grabbing Elliot’s hair again with the other. Loud steps echoed against the metal walkway over their heads, moving quickly towards the stairs.
He glanced down at Elliot, thinking perhaps he somehow hadn’t noticed their situation, but Elliot was already watching him with narrowed eyes. He kept up the smooth, steady rhythm of his wicked mouth and hand, relentlessly pleasuring Andreas’ cock from base to tip. The footsteps drew nearer and Andreas' heart pounded in his chest. He held his breath, his whole body tensing when he saw a pair of sneakers start descending the stairs to exit towards the alley.
Andreas felt nearly giddy with panic. They were going to get caught. Elliot was licking his cock in public and they were going to get caught.
He felt more than he heard Elliot moan around the head of his cock and felt a spatter of warm wet against his knee. He lost track of their uninvited guest as Elliot swallowed him deep one final time, milking his own cock against Andreas’ leg and catching Andreas’ gaze as he did so, eyes fluttering as he rode out his orgasm.
That was all Andreas needed. He breathed hard through his nose, and closed his eyes, stifling his voice with his hand and snapped his hips forward in quick little thrusts. He didn’t care anymore who saw them. The only thing that mattered now was his cock in Elliot’s wet, pliant mouth. He came so hard and deep he wasn’t even sure Elliot got to taste it, but he felt Elliot’s throat working him readily, swallowing his semen until his balls were empty.
Panting, he opened his eyes to see the man in the far distance, exiting the alley and walking out of sight. All the tension left his body at once.
Elliot pulled off of him with a gasp and sat back on his heels, his cock still out and leaking, half-hard against his thigh. He wiped at his mouth with a trembling hand. Andreas helped him up, and Elliot kissed him hard, their spent cocks rubbing together.
“Fuck,” Elliot said, his voice sultry and raw. “That was everything I wanted. I could do that again right now.”
“Come on, you maniac,” Andreas said while tucking himself back into his jeans. “We’re going home. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand or think of any more ideas that could get us arrested, then order a pizza.”
Elliot laughed and put his clothes back into place. He took Andreas’ hand and led them back out of the alley. “If we make it home,” he said, lightly. “There are quite a few alleys and a public park between here and there.”
Andreas groaned, but couldn’t help smiling as he followed Elliot into the night.
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