(Author note: Kindly edited by TristessaHoward. No ‘AI’ was used in the writing of this story.)

They met at a hotel in the city on a rainy Wednesday night. Just like the time before, and the time before that. T arrived at 7:30. He walked into the hotel bar, ordered a Negroni from the girl behind the bar and then perched on a stool. He was dressed in a dark suit, neatly tailored with a white shirt and a blood red tie.

He could have been any other businessman lingering in the bar that night. Unlike the others, he wasn’t huddled over a laptop revising a PowerPoint. Nor was he sitting trying to make conversation with co-workers whom he pretended to like or playing with his phone. Instead, he sat at the bar, sipping his drink and waiting. In a way this was his favorite part of the evening. A quiet moment on his own where he could enjoy a cocktail and savor the anticipation.

Time passed. The hotel bar began to quiet down. The businessmen from out of town drifted off to the restaurant, back to their rooms, or into the city to revel and make merry. T finished his drink and made small talk with the pretty young girl behind the bar. She was an actress, she told him. She just tended bar part-time to make ends meet. Of course she did.

At eight on the dot, T’s phone buzzed. It was from a number not saved in his phone book, but that didn’t matter; he knew exactly who it was from. ‘Ready. Room 405’, it said. T smirked. He ordered a bottle of champagne and two glasses from the full-time actress, part-time bartender, and walked to the elevator.

When he reached the fourth floor he strode down the corridor to the right room, stopping only to check the knot of his tie and the angle of his hair. At room 405 he rapped sharply at the face of the door.

B answered. He pulled the door open a little, to check who was knocking. When he saw who it was he opened it wide and stood aside. He was wearing a long, black silk robe and his mid length blond hair had been fashioned into a pixie cut. He looked stunning.

T entered the room, grabbing B round the waste as he went and pulling him in for a long, deep kiss. Their tongues roamed each other’s mouths. B’s tasted of spearmint; T’s tasted of a sour cocktail.

Releasing B from his grasp, T went to the dressing table. He cleared a space among the lipsticks and brushes strewn about and placed the champagne bottle and glasses on it. B closed the door and locked it. He then turned around and leant back against it.

T turned and looked at him. B was wearing makeup, making his already delicate features even more androgynous. Sometimes they would meet in the hotel lobby, sometimes in a local restaurant, and T would get a thrill from watching strangers ogle B; trying to work out whether he was a boy or a girl. He especially loved observing the straight boys watch B sway across the lobby, the looks on their face as they lusted over him.

B was wearing a soft pink lipstick and a smoky eye shadow. He had drawn a Cleopatra flick on with eyeliner. His already pale complexion was made even paler by his foundation, making his blue eyes pop.

“Good evening.” said T.

B smiled back at him.

“Hello. I’ve missed you.” B responded. His voice was lighter and more effeminate than T’s

“And I missed you too. We shouldn’t leave it so long. You know I can’t stop thinking about you when I’m not with you.”

There was a lull as each man drank the other in. T was the first to fold.

“I’m going to pour us some drinks. You should get more comfortable.”

T began to open the bottle of wine, briskly twisting off the wire cage holding the cork in place. He watched B as he did so. B stepped forward from the door, moving languidly to the center of the room. As the wire frame fell from the bottle, B slowly shucked off the robe he was wearing.

The other man stopped fiddling with the cork to stare at him. Beneath his robe he was wearing lingerie. Across his chest he wore an ivory lace bra, the creamy white skin and delicate pink nipples just visible beneath the thin, pale fabric. Below he wore a matching colored thong; it bulged at the front, concealing the goods within. He was, as ever, completely hairless from the eyebrows down. T could feel himself get hard within the confines of his suit trousers.

“Weren’t you meant to be getting me a drink?” B asked with a cocked eyebrow.

T looked down and remembered what he was meant to be doing. He must have been gawking at the beautiful man in front of him. The cork was almost out of the bottle. With a flick, T fired the cork out of the bottle and poured the champagne into the two glasses he had taken from the bar.

He handed one to B, and then they clinked – both looking into each other’s eyes. T took a long sip. He had splurged and bought the good stuff. B was worth it. He had bought expensive lingerie after all, the least T could do was get the good bubbly.

B put his glass down on the dresser next to them. He then reached up, working his hands up T’s chest. His hands wormed under his suit jacket, and then eased it off. It fell to the floor, crumpled. Neither of them reached down to pick it up.

B stepped closer, close enough for T to smell the scent he had dabbed onto the soft skin of his neck.

“Sit down.” B whispered. He did as he was told, turned and sat on the velvet lined chair behind him.

Once he was comfortable, B took the glass of champagne from his hand, stole a sip, and placed it on the floor. He then mounted the chair, straddling T.

Their tongues met and began to intertwine. B wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck to hold him in place. T could feel the lace wrapped cock of his partner rubbing against the front of his trousers; both men rock hard with arousal and anticipation.

Their kisses started slow and sensual, but quickly became passionate and hungry. T’s arms roamed across B’s body, grabbing everywhere he could find purchase. Eventually they settled on the flesh of his buttocks. He grabbed each of his cheeks and pulled him closer. Their cocks rubbed together through their clothes. T established a rhythm where they grinded against each other as they kissed.

Both men’s breathing quickened, and T could feel the other’s erection grind against his own through the lacy underwear. B’s perfume filled his nostrils. It was a pretty scent, floral and light. T was hungry for him, and wanted to devour him. Wanted to push him down onto the bed next to them, pull the lacy thong to one side and then push himself into the other man. Wanted to fill him with his seed and beg for more.

But that was not what B had planned for him. B broke the kiss, and then gently touched T’s lips with his finger tips. B slowly levered himself off T’s lap. He bent over and they kissed once more. This time though, B’s slender hands, with their nails painted a soft pastel pink color, began to unbutton T’s shirt.

Once the pale buttons had all been loosened, B stood and pushed the shirt off of his partner’s broad shoulders. He wasn’t ripped by any stretch of the imagination, but It was obvious he worked out. He was maybe on the cusp of gaining a dad bod, with a patch of dark chest hair covering the space between his nipples. But not quite yet.

With his shirt off, B gently levered the other man’s legs apart. He knelt down between them, before leaning forward and placing a lingering kiss on T’s belly. T put his hands behind his head and enjoyed the show being put on for his benefit.

“God you’re so fucking hot,” T whispered, partly to the man tracing the tip of his tongue along his belly and to the hem of his slacks, and partly to the world at large. It was a blessing and a tragedy that only T got this display.

B began to fiddle with the buckle of T’s belt. After a couple of breaths, T’s trousers and underwear were being pulled down and tossed onto the floor like the rest of his clothes. His cock stood proud, rock hard and pointing up at his face. He was well endowed, a thick shaft with at least six and a half inches of length. His balls were in proportion and his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. The first time they had fucked B had struggled to take all of his girth, but he had learnt since then. Aside from the grooming and waxing he had done in preparation, he had also pre-stretched his asshole out for the inevitable pounding it would receive. An appropriately sized buttplug was nestled inside him, keeping him loose and ready.

B leant forward and began running his tongue up and down the cock in front of him. The warmth of its flesh on his tongue sends a thrill through him. It tasted of sweat and masculinity. He looked up and his eyes met T’s. He was staring at him intently, willing him to take it into his mouth. B could feel his legs fidget beneath him in anticipation. But, B was in no rush. They had all night.

He licked T’s cock from its base to its tip. He dragged his tongue along it, feeling its bumps and grooves. He kept one eye on T. He was desperate. He kept biting his lip in anticipation, and occasionally producing a little whimper. B shifted his attention and slowly took his left and then his right ball into his mouth. T gave a slight yelp as he did so.

He alternated between sucking and squeezing them, massaging the soft, sensitive skin. T gave a growl of frustration and excitement, causing B to smirk. He took great pleasure in torturing his lover so, knowing full well that when finally indulged, T would pound him raw.

B released the flesh in his mouth and returned to the cock that was presented to him. He noticed with satisfaction a small dribble of pre-cum leaking from it.

B reached forward and gently took T’s throat in his hand. Once T had locked eyes on him, he released it; he slowly dragged his palm down, past his pecs and over his stomach. His hand met T’s cock and there he grasped the hot skin of his shaft.

He bent forward and took the head of T’s cock into his mouth, cramming as much of it into his mouth as possible.

“Fuck!” T gasped, to the room at large. His head tilted back.

B had plenty of experience sucking dick, T’s especially. The head of his cock plunged into his soft mouth, almost immediately bumping against the back of his mouth. Over half of T’s length has disappeared between his warm, plump lips. B did his best to ignore his gag reflex, and let the other man’s cock sit a little, lodged partly down his throat. T whimpered at the sensation. B felt a twinge of satisfaction at the noise.

B lifted his head slowly, letting the cock rub against the surface of his tongue and lips. The taste and smell of it invaded his senses. Once the head of it had almost escaped his lips he plunged it back in before repeating the same trick. B wanted to titillate just enough to keep him hard and horny, not enough to send him over the edge. Not yet at least. As he sucked him, B began to rock his pelvis backwards and forwards, making the plug lodged inside him move around and rub against his prostate.

T opened his eyes and tried to focus on the vision in front of him. An impossibly beautiful man, dressed in a delicate ivory-white thong and bra was knelt between his bare legs. That same man was bobbing his head slowly and gently on his cock. He wanted to reach out and grab him; to take his head in his hands, throw him on to the bed, lift his legs and drive his cock deep into his most innermost places. He wanted it badly, but settled for maintaining a white knuckle grip onto the sides of the chair. Despite all appearances, B was in control. He would dictate the pace of this encounter.

A waft of perfume hit T’s senses. It reminded him of the first time they had done this. He nervous messages exchanged online; the seedy down market hotel; the ill fitting lingerie they had both tried, the anxious fumbling. Years ago and a world away. As they became more comfortable with each other, the roles had changed and solidified. T was masc and a natural top, albeit one that craved a firm hand. B, with his slim frame and androgynous features fell into a femme role much more easily. Despite that, he was more than comfortable leading his partners.

With a slurp B released the cock that had been lodged in his mouth, a strand of saliva briefly linked his mouth to T’s cock, before being rubbed away by B’s finger tips. He was panting slightly, and his lipstick was smudged already.

He began to stand, adjusting his underwear as he did so. T could see his nipples under the soft lace of the bra he was wearing. B’s nipples were hard and were pushing against the lace that contained them.

B crossed the floor to the bedside cabinet, and T watched him hungrily as he went. There was a tube of lube by the bed that B scooped up with one hand. He turned and tossed it to his partner. T caught it in one hand, and flipped the top open. He knew what was expected now. As he began to pour the lube onto his saliva coated cock, B returned to the chair. When he stood in front of T he turned around, placed his foot (with toenails the same shade of pink as his nails) on the corner of the bed and bent over.

Nestled between his ass cheeks, partially covered by the thong string, the head of a jeweled head butt plug was visible. B brushed the fabric of his underwear aside and grasped the clear jewel between his finger tips. B began to pull at the plug, giving it a little twist as he did so. At first nothing seemed to happen, but suddenly T could see the soft dark flesh around his hole begin to bulge outwards. Slowly the girth of the plug began to emerge from his ass. When the equator of the plug had finally crept out, it plopped out with speed. B let it fall to the floor. As he lubed up his cock, T stared approvingly at the stretched hole awaiting him.

T stood, and in one smooth motion pushed B forward, face first onto the bed. His pale ass stood proud, ready and waiting for T to fill it with his manhood. T grabbed his cock and lined it up with the gaping hole presented to him. He nudged the string of the thong aside and sunk into B’s rear, causing both men to groan. T’s in ecstasy, and B in the wonderful mix of discomfort and ecstasy of being filled so.

T’s cock sunk about half way into the other man, the butt plug having done its required job. He stayed like that, embedded inside the blond; letting him get used to the feeling of having a cock violating him. T snaked a hand around, and pulled the front of B’s thong partly down. B’s cock, engorged but no longer erect, was revealed. T took it in his hand, feeling the soft warm skin in his palm. As he caressed and squeezed him, B’s cock began to harden.

T began to fuck him. He eased his cock out till only the head remained inside B, then he pushed slowly and smoothly back in. B, now on all fours yelped at the sensation. T kept a slow pace, fucking the beautiful twink with both the cock in his ass and the hand jerking him off.

Eventually, B’s asshole gave up resisting entirely, and T’s cock sunk into him completely. T bent down and planted a kiss between his shoulder blades. A reward for his efforts and for his initial discomfort.

Although they had done this dance many times before, it never got old. An anonymous hotel room; lingerie and makeup that made the most of B’s naturally androgynous looks; and then a night of fucking. The next morning they would part ways separately, their paths no longer crossing until once again, one of them buckled and sent a text to the other arranging the next session.

Now that he had been completely conquered, B let out a desperate cry.

“Harder. Faster,” he gasped. T needed no further introduction.

He picked up the pace and began plunging into B’s rear. The room was sound-tracked by the sounds of skin slapping on skin, the squelch of a lubed cock pounding into a body, the animal grunting of T and the whimpering mews of B.

T was close. He could feel his control starting to slip and the familiar tightening sensation in his balls. The urge to carry on, to fuck B harder, and then to spray his insides with his seed was strong. T wasn’t sure if he could resist much longer, so decided to prolong the session as best he could.

He withdrew from B’s hole without warning. As he looked down he noticed the gape he had left him with satisfaction. B looked back over his shoulder, with a confused look on his face. His lipstick was very smudged now and his carefully coiffed pixie cut was ruffled, but he still looked beautiful.

T grabbed B’s hips and pushed them sideways. B got the message and rolled through so that he was lying on his back. T grabbed the thong, that by this point was halfway down B’s soft, smooth thighs and pulled it off entirely. He then spread B’s legs open, leant forward and took his cock into his mouth.

His cock was only semi-erect but he felt it begin to stiffen in his mouth. It tasted of salt and pre-cum. If T were honest when he thought of B in idle moments at his job, or when daydreaming on the commute home, they were the things that came to mind when he thought of B. The taste of bodies in heat.

As he bobbed his head up and down, the cock in his mouth now completely erect, he felt the slender fingers of B pushing through his hair.

“Oh fuck baby; that’s so good. Fuck!,” B whispered.

T continued to mouth-fuck him. He hadn’t expected to get so caught up sucking him, but the taste of his cock made it difficult to resist. T used a free hand and wormed his fingers under B. He pushed three of them into his asshole. He was going inside him again imminently and wanted him ready.

B began to buck his hips in time with T’s mouth sliding down his pole to his hairless crotch. He cooed gently. The smell of his skin invaded T’s nose. B smelt of flowers, sweat and a slight hint of a manly musk. It was as intoxicating a smell as T had ever experienced.

T released B’s cock. If he didn’t then he would keep going and going till his mouth was filled with B’s cum. And that would be later, possibly. First he had to finish fucking him. T withdrew his fingers from B’s boy-cunt and mounted the bed. As he loomed over B, he felt the other man’s legs wrap around the top of his chest. His asshole was now exposed and ready for him.

They kissed, and as they did so, T’s cock slid back home inside B. T began to thrust into him, hungry to cum in him. T broke the lip lock, and his hands grabbed B’s manhood. He started to jerk him off, causing B’s to give a satisfied giggle of pleasure. Having a cock in your ass, while you are in turn being used was one of life’s greatest pleasures, after all.

The room reverberated to the sound of their grunts and grasps, and stunk of sex. But neither of the two men in it cared about that. They were lost in passion and hungry for release now.

T worked the dick in his hand at the same rate that he fucked it’s owners ass. Or at least he tried to. It was difficult staying in rhythm when the sensations he was experiencing were so good. He was close to coming, and he could see B was as well. He could feel him writhing beneath him, and his eyes alternated between squeezed shut and wide open.

“I’m…..gonna….cum!” he cried, B’s voice ragged and pleading.

“Do it. Cum for me. Cum….for…me!” T choked out.

As he spoke, he felt B’s ass muscles clamp hard around his dick. B threw up an arm and bit it to stop himself screaming the hotel down. And then, he came. His cock pulsed and ribbons of pale creamy cum shot across his chest, landing on his smooth hairless skin as well as the ornate ivory bra that still covered his flat chest. There was so much of it. He had clearly been saving up for that evening. T scooped up a dollop from the lace of the lingerie and then licked it from his fingers.

The taste of the cum and the sensation of his cock being squeezed as. With a roar, T came. Like B he had been saving himself for that night, and the quantity of his emission showed that. He felt B’s rectum fill with his scalding hot seed. B’s eyes appeared to roll back inside his head as he was pumped full of semen. T tried to thrust a little more, but B’s ass gripped him tight and milked what was left from him.