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The pretty blonde at the counter who always sought out Felix was trying a different tactic today, maybe she finally understood that blatant offerings of sexual favours just wasn’t really his thing. 

“Felix, oh love so nice to see you. We never get to spend time together anymore, so sad. I was thinking maybe we could set up some new PT sessions. You helped me so much last time, had me in such a sweat” she paused to wink, “ I thought we could do it again” 

Felix had to resist the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes. It had been like this for months now, ever since he fucked her in the back room, ONE TIME, she hadn’t left him alone. Always buttting in when he was with clients, trying to mark her territory. Finding any and every reason to get and then hold his attention. Felix could feel his patience wearing thin with her, it was just frustrating, he had a rule, especially with gym members, one and done. He wasn’t going to start some long term affairs when the majority of them were married anyway. He just liked the attention, the thrill of the chase and then that was it. He was yet to find someone who had just the right type of energy that could keep him interested for longer than a few days. 

“Aww India, you know I’d be dying to love, but I just can’t squeeze you in. So sorry” Felix heard Farliegh’s snorted laugh behind him

India gently caressed his forearm “Felix” she pouted toward him “Are you sure you couldn’t squeeze me in somewhere, I just miss being that sore after a workout” another wink thrown his way as if he was too dense to understand what she was really alluding too. 

“Sorry Indy love, you know I would if I could. Just so booked out love, couldn’t possibly get you in” He feigned the saddest look he could 

Just when he started to worry this conversation would never be over the bell rang out signalling someone had walked through the doors. A short dorky looking man, unattractive styleless glasses, a cheap looking button down tucked into tan shapeless slacks, brown leather belt matching his brown leather shoes. Far from the general trendy, overly rich crowd that preferred the upmarket gym to all those chain ones. 

The man looked out of place, out of his depth, eyes taking in the look of the gym, the smoothie bar to the side and the loud pump of club music in the main gym area. Felix just wanted to squeeze him, oh what a cutie. Looking like a deer in headlights, like he’d never even been close to experiencing this lifestyle before. He didn’t look like a gym regular, but even buffed out men and women were shocked at the sleek, up market design of the gym. 

“Sorry love, better tend to the newbie” Felix pretended to grimace, like it would be the worst thing in the world to have to chat to the adorable little man who’d just walked in. 

She took one look at the guy and stifled a laugh “Oh Felix, poor thing” she patted his arm again before leaving. 

Felix didn’t even need to fake the smile this time, waved over to the man, smiling brightly. He was even more beautiful up close, piercing blue eyes. He was holding a coupon, the ones they sent out to the law firms, publishing houses and other offices that surrounded the gym. It was a great way to get in some more business, make all the rich schmucks feel self conscious for not being a member of a gym, whether they attended or not. The flyer was for the first month free when they signed up for a 6 month contract. 

“Hey there, what can I do for you?” 

“Just looking to maybe, I guess sign up, with um, with this deal” The shorter guy thrust the paper forward

“No problem at all, sir, I’ll just get my assistant here to grab the paperwork” Felix turned over his shoulder, shooing Farleigh away. He knew what a catch this man was, cute, adorable, shy, just begging to be eaten alive and that was both of their favourite type of meal. Farleigh couldn’t have him, Felix had spotted him first and even though he didn’t need to say the words, this was his way of calling dibs. Farleigh just rolled his eyes, and slid off the counter moving to the back room. 

“Just a couple of questions while we wait for him” 

“So where did you get this coupon?” 

“Oh, I just, I just started working at the law firm across the street, the secretary gave me it this morning” 

“Oh you work in the office?” 

“No, no I’m a lawyer” the gentle man in front of Felix smiled. A lawyer, how interesting, from his demeanour he never could have guessed it

“Big move? I just noticed the accent” 

“Yeah, I was originally working in the UK but a big case got me a lot of attention” 

“Wow, very impressive. Did you move with your wife, or partner” 

“No, just me. Trying to meet some new people, get set up you know. Only been here a few weeks.” 

Farleigh unceremoniously dropped some paper’s in front of Felix before walking back to the office, texting as usual.

“We’ll let’s get these papers sorted, sir, I’m sure you’ll make so many friends here” Felix batted his eyelashes. INstead of standing behind the counter Felix came around to stand next to the man, bent over the counter, arching his back delicately. All the practice in the mirror had paid off. 

When the paperwork was done and Oliver was all signed up Felix gave him his gym tag and a copy of the contract. The guy was pleasant but had absolutely not fallen to Felix’s feet like he’d hoped, no matter how charming he thought he was being. 

“Oh and Ollie, sorry I forgot, when did you want to organise the first PT session? I have evenings free” Felix casually asked

“I uh, I didn’t know, the flyer doesn’t say it comes with PT. I can’t really afford it, that's all.” Oliver answered, nervously rubbing the back of his neck 

Felix waved his worry off “Oh no it’s uh, it’s a special we have on for new sign ups this month. You get 6 free PT sessions. Did you want to book the first one now? I could do it tomorrow evening, about 6pm?” Felix scrolled through his calendar, trying to give the illusion of appointment scarcity. 

“Tomorrow, umm, yeah okay I guess. I finish work so I’ll pop home and yeah I can be here by 6” 

“Perfect Olls, I’ll pop it in the calendar. See you tomorrow mate” Felix didn’t miss the blush spreading past Oliver's cheek’s. He watched him leave, sad that his slacks were so loose he could barely get an idea of what his body looked like under them. Regardless really, he was absolutely delicious. Felix spent the rest of his time before his next client, googling Oliver, checking maps to see where his apartment was. He was pleasantly surprised at how close it was, it was an expensive city and to live so close to the centre wasn’t just for anyone. 

*

All day Felix was preening, too excited for his first session with Ollie. After all the snooping he’d done he came to the conclusion that yes he was adorable, that he looked great in a suit and that he was very well sought after in his field. Felix couldn’t help staying up late, kicking his feet in bed when he read a new article about Oliver Quick, the newest and brightest upcoming lawyer. 

He fidgeted behind the front desk, ducking back into the office periodically to check his hair looked perfect, to adjust his cock in his shorts so it looked casually, accidentally on show. He was so god damn giddy he almost let a squeal out when Oliver finally came through the doors. 

A basic plain old tshirt and what looked almost like swim trunks. Even with how ridiculously dressed he was Felix couldn’t help but blush, this might be a real challenge, and god did he want a proper challenge. 

Oliver smiled shyly, looking out of place, towel slung over his shoulder. Felix directed him back to the room reserved for classes, none were on so he used it as a place to sit with his client’s and do the usual routine questions. 

“So Ollie, great to see you today, mate. So tell me what you want to work on the most, what are your goals?” 

“I guess just general fitness, I haven’t really exercised since I did boxing when I was younger” 

“Okay awesome, a boxer wow, impressive. Is there any problem area’s anything specific, like stronger arms” Felix reached out and squeezed Oliver bicep “although I guess these are already pretty toned.” 

Oliver’s smile from the compliment quickly deflated.

“I guess, I kind of want to work on my stomach, it just, I just want it more toned” Oliver hesitated

Felix had to swallow a gulp, nothing in this world, absolutely nothing came close to how attractive Felix found stomachs, bellies, tummies. He loved them, loved them toned with abs or soft and squishy. He loved licking up the hip bones whether they were visible or hidden behind soft flesh. Felix was especially partial to a belly with some softness to it, activating some cave man part of his brain that just told him to bite it, to suck a big deep bruise on it. When there was just the slightest bit of squish, a little or a lot soft he loved to lick up the flesh, feel the give under his tongue. Loved to squeeze and watch as soft flesh bulged between his spread fingers. He loved to lay his head there, get his scalp scratched as he relaxed and snuggled deeper into a soft belly. 

“Well how about you show me Ollie, just so I can see what we are working with and what goals you want to achieve” 

Oliver blushed profusely, his face bright pink and tinged with embarrassment. 

“I don’t know Felix, it’s a bit embarrassing” 

“Ollie, I know you don’t know me well but I am a professional, this is my job. I’ve seen all types of bodies before, especially when I do massage. It’s just to help you reach your goals, no need to be shy.” 

Slowly Oliver looked around the room, making sure no one could see before he pulled up the front of his shirt, peeking down at what was clearly the world’s cutest stomach. Felix swallowed down all the saliva he was producing, trying to take it in as quickly as possible, every single inch of the gorgeous tummy in front of him. He knew he’d wank over it the moment he was alone, think about covering it in his cum, then licking it all over to clean his mess. 

“Felix” Oliver’s tone full of worry

“Okay Ollie, I’m just gonna touch you a bit, I need you to tense your stomach muscles, just so I can see how much work and which area’s to target.”

Oliver nodded, Felix watched as his stomach tightened, just the thinnest layer of fat covering the muscles. When he palmed across Oliver’s stomach, he almost died when his finger tips curled around his waist and were almost touching at his back. His hands were covering the entire expanse of Oliver’s stomach, sinking in slightly to the supple flesh there. Felix had to concentrate, had to focus on seeming professional. A soft belly, that was his favourite, one with a little bit of give, one that his lips would sink into when he placed kisses to it. 

“Alright Ollie, well there is quite a bit of muscle here so I don’t think it will take long for us to get it washboard abs kind of tight” 

“Really?” Oliver smiled wide, Felix wanted to cry a little, the loss of another pooch and one so beautifully soft

“Of course mate” Felix smiled, poking and prodding a little so he wasn’t just standing there with his hands around Oliver’s body.

*

The next scheduled session came a few days later. Felix was a little nervous, if he was being honest, he’d been dreaming of sinking his entire face into that belly for days now, thinking about god damn beautiful lawyer Ollie bossing him around, making him beg on his knees for just a chance to kiss that tummy. 

He’d been on Grindr immediately when he finished the first session with Ollie, he needed something to take his mind off it. Met up with some guy, he didn’t look a thing like Ollie and that was sort of perfect. Oliver seemed different, he didn’t want to just fuck him straight away, he wanted to build it, he wanted the thrill of the chase. Maybe it was because he was so damn intriguing, this meek looking shy guy who clearly wasn’t always like that, especially during those interviews he’d had back in the UK after the big case he’d won. His eyes seemed so empty but the more you looked you realised they pulled you in, they were a void, full of so much but you couldn’t ever make anything out. 

Felix liked that Oliver seemed to be a normal kind of guy, he had hobbies, and spoke of wanting to get back into boxing one day. He was smart but also humble and never once made Felix feel like his job wasn’t incredibly important and took skill and knowledge to accomplish. 

When Felix wanted a fuck there was always someone around, it was easy to find. But the chase, the game, that was something that only got better the longer you played, it was something that couldn’t be played with just anyone though, it had to be a special someone. They had to be intriguing, they had to be just interested in Felix enough while also not falling to his feet, that made the chase all the better. A game of tug’o’war isn't fun if the other person just lets it go the moment you pull, the entire point of it is equally tugging either side. 

He never was all too good at holding back his excitement, he loved the chase but he often just got too forward, too bossy that he laid it all out on the table and then it was done. The game didn’t need to continue when they’d already fucked. Felix guessed this was probably a good thing they met because of work, it meant he had to keep it in his pants, he had to be subtle with his flirting, nothing too overt, and had to keep a semblance of professionalism. It only kind of made him harder at the thought though, not only was there the thrill of the chase but also the thrill of keeping it secret. 

When Oliver finally arrived at the gym Felix was on edge, he’d been lifting free weights in front of the mirrors just for something to do and on the off chance that Oliver might find the light sheen of sweat attractive. 

He’d been watching the door through the reflection and cursed himself when Farleigh was there to greet him. He dumped the weights back on the rack and hurried over

“... doesn’t usually work this late. Finishes at 5 every night” Farleigh turned to face Felix as he finished his sentence, cocking his head to the side “What a coincidence” Farleigh beamed that god awful fake smile, so full of himself and the tasty tea he thought he’d discovered

“Ollie there you are” Felix smiled, watched as Ollie not too subtly checked him out 

“Just finishing up my set, you ready to get into it” 

Oliver gulped in some air and swallowed, smiling “Yeah, totally” 

Felix just laughed “Let’s go mate” he grabbed Oliver’s shoulder and moved him away from Farleigh, he threw his gaze back in time to see Farleigh shaking his head at him. 

The session went by great, Oliver opening up a little more and Felix getting to openly oogle Oliver’s body during each new exercise. They were sitting down in the room again going over the sessions and Felix was asking his usual questions. 

“Do you not normally work nights?” Oliver enquired 

Felix was a little put out by the question, stumbling to find an answer “OH you mean Farleigh, nah he was just joking”

“Felix, I’m a lawyer you can’t lie to me” Oliver laughed 

Felix blushed furiously “I mean, no not usually but I have a client so of course I would” 

“You mean you're working back late for me?” Oliver smirked

“Umm, yeah because no one else could do it” Felix replied 

“Oh yeah, sure, completely understandable. I mean I was there when you called around and asked all the other trainer’s if they had openings” 

Felix broke out in a giant grin, ooo, he loved the chase so much and Ollie was even going to play back

“Yeah, remember, I tried so hard and then no one else could do it and I’m just a giver Ollie, I just love to give so of course I would work late to squeeze you in” 

Felix relished in the blush he got back in return, god it was delicious. 

The grindr notification sound went off in the room and both men jumped at the sound, Felix blushed again, knowing it was some hookup he’d organised for the night. He realised after the first training session with Oliver that he’d need to pre plan a release afterwards, the thrill of the chase, the proximity of Oliver and his delicatably belly just worked him up too much to be satisfied with a wank in the shower at home. 

“Don’t wanna keep him waiting Felix” Ollie smiled before repacking his gym bag.

Felix blushed again, “Don’t forget the water Ollie, gotta keep hydrated” Felix called back 

*

The hook up was good, but Felix suspected it was more to do with his own efforts than the other guy in the equation. He was so worked up, so many little fantasies of Oliver, standing over Felix while he was on his knees, feeding his cock down his throat, chastising Felix for being a brat and a liar in that domineering lawyer tone he took in interviews. 

Before the guy had arrived, Felix prepped himself in the shower, Oliver’s interviews playing on the speaker in his bathroom. The way he spoke, with such assured confidence was a far cry from the shy man who’d blushed at the idea of showing Felix his belly. Felix liked the balance though, liked that Oliver had this air of confidence, of danger to him when he was doing something he was comfortable in, something he was confident about. A person who was like that always was too much, a little boring really, there needed to be some balance, something a little more human about a person, a little bit of vulnerability always made someone more attractive. 

Felix limped only the slightest bit, avoiding sitting at any costs today, his ass still sore from being stretched wide on the new dildo he brought. The sex had been good, Felix so ready to be dominated and fucked senselessly that he’d just bent straight over the couch after he let the guy in. The guy, to his credit had being mostly what Felix wanted, he talked down to him, called him a slut and fucked him rough, but he lacked that sense of realness, of authenticity. It felt more like he was putting on a show, like he was acting a dom part then being it naturally. 

After Felix kicked the guy out he still hadn’t filled that ache he had so he went for a second round, still slick with lube from sex, he pulled out the thickest new dildo he had. He wanted to really feel full, wanted to feel like he was doing as he was told. He imagined Oliver there with him, talking him through it like it was a punishment

“Be a good boy Felix and fuck yourself on the toy” 

“I know baby, I know it’s so big but you want to make it up to me right”

“If you weren’t such a naughty slut you wouldn’t have to”

“I know baby, I know you can’t help it though. You just want your cunt full at all times. Stretched out and loose and ready to be taken anytime I want it” 

“Must be hard being such a slut and never finding anyone to really fill you up” 

“Go on Felix, don’t make me wait. Up and down baby….yeah just like that”

Felix bounced up and down, grinding himself against the dildo trying to get it to reach deeper, fit more of it inside him. His thighs felt fatigued but he didn’t want to stop, wanted to get that imaginary praise. 

“Fuck look at that cunt, spread so tightly around it” 

One last bounce and Felix came so hard, ropes of cum across the soiled sheets. He dropped to his hand and knees, head dizzy and light from the exertion. He took a few moments panting, imaging what Oliver might say to him 

Maybe he’d brush the hair lightly from his face, holding his cheek so Felix could face him “Naughty little brat, you didn’t ask to come” then he’d slap him lightly across the face. 

*

It was hard to look Oliver in the eye’s during the session. He had to keep avoiding certain angles, or tentatively lowering himself to sit if he really had to. Felix tried so hard to keep his mind on the session but he kept getting little flashbacks from the night before, the way his thighs burned as he bounced up and down, the echo of his fantasy in his head. 

Oliver noticed at one point when Felix winced as he lowered, he cocked his head to the side and smirked “Big, hard night was it Felix?” 

Felix just huffed a laugh “You could say that, pretty rough one actually” 

“Oh poor thing, bet you still enjoyed it though, felt satisfied with your accomplishment?” Oliver countered

“You know it, got a lot squeezed in. Was so exhausted afterwards, just collapsed right on my bed” 

“Aww Felix, well it’s good you got it done, shows a lot about your character that even when you were tired you pushed through till you finished. I can respect that, but, I’d really like your full attention please, at least during these sessions. You owe me that much right?” 

Felix blushed guilty and swallowed hard “Sorry Oliver, of course, you are my sole focus” 

“You mind just standing behind me here, helping me find the right grip” Oliver asked 

Felix swallowed again and stood up behind Ollie at the smith machine, facing the mirror now as he helped to move Oliver’s hands into the right position on the bar. His mind was swimming with the knowing of just how close his crotch was to Oliver’s ass, he spread his legs a little to get lower, to get his cock nestled up close to those cheeks. He pushed his body flush to Oliver’s back and heard him take a sharp breath. 

He lent in to whisper in Oliver’s ear 

“I’ll just stay right here, gotta be close to spot you” 

“Now, squat” 

He caught the glimpse in the mirror reflection of Oliver’s smirk before he felt his ass pushed flush to Felix’s crotch. He squatted with him, luckily they barely had any weight on the bar, so they just kept squatting, Felix pushing in closer, Oliver pushing harder back against him, wiggling a little bit under the precedence that he needed to get the right position. At some point Felix’s hand’s found their way to Oliver’s waist and he grunted in the nape of his neck as his cock fattened up. One deep squat was all it took for Felix’s hard cock to get trapped between Oliver’s cheeks. Felix’s mind was swimming with so many thoughts, he rested his head against Oliver’s shoulder, releasing a shuddering breath as Oliver stood up, Felix’s cock now between his cheeks and squeezed tight. 

“C’mon Felix, you can do it. You can last the next few set’s yeah? You’ll be a good trainer and make sure I’m in the correct position right” 

Felix could barely think of anything else, his body was so focused on the way his cock was nestled between Oliver’s cheeks. The heady smell of Oliver’s sweat, he had to really focus on not getting so lost that he’d lick up the side of his neck, tasting that salty sweat. He wanted to be a good trainer though, be a good boy, be fuck, whatever the fuck Oliver wanted him to be. 

“Alright” Felix voice faltered “Alright, umm, another set yeah, another 12” Felix tried to regain his professionalism

Each squat was agonising, Felix could feel the way his legs shook with the exertion to not buck up into Oliver’s ass, to rut against him like some crazed animal. God they were in the gym for fuck sake, luckily in the private area but still, anyone could walk past. He shouldn’t have thought about that though because fuck that only turned him on more. The idea of getting caught, of being such a slut that he couldn’t hold himself together for even an hour long session and instead found the allure of being pressed against Oliver just too much to resist. His hands tightened on Oliver’s hips , squeezing just a little tighter, trying to stabilise himself a little. 

“Felix” Oliver spoke as they stood, squeezing his cheeks tighter against Felix’s cock. 

“Mhmm” Felix made an audible sound, a little too lost in the junction of Oliver’s neck 

“You should be watching the reflection, just to make sure I’m doing everything right” Oliver posed it like an unsure question, but the tone said it was more of a demand

Felix looked up 

“That’s it silly boy, just watch, you can make it, just one more set” 

His eyes flitted around Oliver’s body as they squatted together. He watched the way Oliver’s toned thigh muscles flexed, and felt the way Oliver’s cheeks squeezed his cock each time they went up. The sweat marks under his pits that Felix had the urge to just dive into. Just that tiny hint of belly showing with enough to drive Felix wild, he wanted to lick it, swipe his tongue across it, bite it even. Anything he could to relieve this intensity he was feeling. When he locked onto Oliver’s gaze he suddenly felt so embarrassed, here he was supposed to be a professional and Oliver was completely running the show, barely even looked phased while Felix looked completely lost to the feeling. 

Felix's brain went a little fuzzy, kind of short circuiting, he didn’t think he’d ever been turned on so much in his life, so many of his little kinks being hit all at once. It was like Oliver knew everything about him, could read him, see right through him. It was unnerving but also so intriguing, he wanted to know what Oliver knew, wanted to know what he saw. 

His cock was throbbing, it felt like forever that he’d been on edge but in reality it had only been maybe 5 minutes. Felix didn’t have patience though so 5 minutes felt like a lifetime. It’s what mostly ended up ruining the chase for him, he loved it, craved it but also didn’t have the patience often enough to let it reach its peak. It was like eating melted ice cream the moment you got home because you couldn’t wait long enough for it to re-freeze, it was still good but just not as good as it could have been. 

When the set was finally done Felix didn’t feel like he could physically move away from Oliver, felt like he was stuck now to his back forever and maybe that would be absolutely fine. A freak accident at the gym that fuses them as one. 

“How did I do Felix” Oliver smiled into the mirror, a gentle smile

“Perfect Ollie” 

“Maybe we should just stand for a second yeah, my legs are a bit wobbly” Oliver extended the olive branch 

“I think that’s a great idea Ollie” Felix laughed, he knew what Oliver was doing but god he was thankful for it, just a moment to pull back to catch his breath. Everything had gotten so sexually charged like the air in the room had been sparked alight, he needed to breathe, needed just a little space, needed his cock to not be wedged between Oliver’s cheeks, squeezed with every squat. 

When Oliver finally made move back to his gym bag Felix took the opportunity to tentatively sit down, towel slung over his lap, acting casual but even the weight of the towel on his cock made him bite back a moan. 

“Another big night for you Felix?” Oliver questioned 

Felix flushed again, fuck he’d love the idea of getting someone over but his ass was still sore and his cock was so hard that maybe he’d just spend the night wringing out all the cum he had. 

“Nah, not tonight” Felix smiled as Oliver walked over to him 

The gentle warmth of Oliver’s palm cupped his cheek so gently it made Felix want to cry, he nestled into it unconsciously, seeking the comfort, the warmth of it. 

“That sounds like a good idea, we had such a hard workout, might be a good idea to go home and soak in the tub, massage those sore muscles” Oliver’s tone so gentle 

Felix just nodded in response

“Where do you live Felix?” Oliver gently squeezed his face, trying to get Felix’s attention

“Just upstairs” Felix smiled, maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about grindr, or a night lazily fucking his hand, maybe Oliver could provide it all

“Let’s walk out together if you’re all finished up, you look a little dazed” Oliver brushed the hair back from his forehead. 

Felix almost laughed at how gently he was being treated, at how absolutely insane this was after everything that just happened on the squat rack. It felt nice though, nicer than hiding in the room until his mind came back from the fog and he had enough wits about him to collect all his stuff and catch the lift himself. 

It was much nicer, Oliver trailed behind him, asking him questions about what he needed to collect and then reminding him a minute later when he’d forgotten all about the item. It helped for sure when his mind was in such fog to have the calming guidance of Oliver behind him. When he’d finally collected his keys from the office after trying two times before and forgetting, he was ready to head out. 

He felt a little giddy at the idea that Oliver might come home with him. He was already so lightheaded, he worried a little that maybe he wouldn’t be able to perform too well if Oliver had to keep instructing him, but maybe he liked that anyway. 

When they reached the elevator, Oliver reached out and held his forearm. 

“Remember to have a nice long soak in the bath, and massage your poor muscles, must hurt so bad by now” Oliver smirked again but his tone was still gentle. 

Felix just smiled as Oliver turned to walk away, the ding of the elevator reminding him of where he was. 

*

The bath Felix ran was beautifully warm, perfect temperature as he sunk down into it. All the tension seemed to leave his body in a second. His cock was still hard though, had been the entire time, strategically hidden by his towel on the elevator ride up. 

His mind went back to the gym, to the way Oliver had just commanded him around. The way his ass felt pressed up against Felix, how each squat got him closer, rubbing friction against his cock, blood rushing there and getting him harder and harder with each movement. The tingling sense in the back of his mind that at any moment someone could walk in on them. The way it felt when Oliver wiggled his ass closer, creating more friction. 

Lazily he stroked his cock, thinking back to the way Oliver had to have known his cock was hard, had to have known his cock found its way nestled between his cheeks. Each squat he performed and the way his cheeks tightened around him when he came up. God, it was the most erotic thing Felix had ever experienced. Never again would he be able to act normally in that room without the thought’s filtering in and taking over his mind. 

Oliver had to be aware of the way he kept praising Felix, kept using pretty words to encourage him to keep going, to keep the game going, the facade going just a little longer. He kept stroking, mind replaying the way Oliver’s soft hand caressed his face, the way he reminded Felix to massage his sore muscles. That’s what he was doing right, what Oliver wanted him to do, to massage himself, to lazily stroke his achingly hard cock. 

It felt better the more he imagined he was doing it for Oliver, was doing what he was told, following the instructions of the confident little lawyer. Each stroke brought him closer, making all his muscles relax as his brain floated with thoughts of Oliver. The way he’d be so proud of Felix for doing what he was told, like he was proud of him for not completely losing it on the squat rack. It felt so good, that praise was almost better than the impending orgasm. A few quick tugs and he was cumming into the bath, Oliver’s name repeating like a mantra. 

It took a few moments to come back to himself, everything buzzing inside him, the peak of the orgasm teetering off to the gentle calm fuzzy feeling. 

By the time he got to bed, he didn’t even bother putting on his clothes, just dropped the towel by the side and crawled in. He fell asleep to the fantasy of Oliver stroking his hair, brushing it away from his forehead, telling him softly just how good Felix had done.

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The next session with Oliver was planned for Tuesday so he’d spent Monday night trolling Grindr trying to get a hookup sorted for the next night. He couldn’t waste time after the session hoping he’d find someone quick enough. He needed it planned, needed to know he would get fucked so hard he would be satisfied if tomorrow’s session was anything like the last. 

He wouldn’t be able to survive it if he didn’t know he had a hookup waiting for him. He added a new picture to his profile, a shot of his abs and his cock in hand, the little star tattoo from Vencia in the picture. It wasn’t much but he thought tattoos were at least a bit sexy and maybe he’d attract a different crowd with it. He wanted to be ruined, absolutely fucked into oblivion. He was ravenous, hungry for it, the dildo’s were doing nothing for him at this point, he wanted the softness of a real hard cock inside him, something with a little give when his muscles tightened around it. 

He wanted to be ordered around, told what to do and just let go. Felix didn’t seek it out all too often but sometimes it was exactly what he wanted. He never found it perfectly though, all the components in one person but at least some were better than none. Often a big muscular guy would try for it, maybe they had the right tone but they wouldn’t have that balance of sweetness, or they would degrade him the way he liked but the tone of voice they used verged more toward actual dislike, actual hatred toward him. Occasionally they’d say all the right words, spank him the way he liked, all the actions would be right but it just felt like they were acting, the entire time they seemed tense like they couldn’t break character. It was just never the perfect combination. 

Right now though he didn’t exactly care, didn’t want to dwell too much on it all or he’d never get up and leave his pity party. He just wanted to swipe and maybe exchange some dick pics, a few flirty messages and get down to business. 

His day had been long, client after client and with the impending frustration building inside him he’d almost snapped when India again came poking around seeing if Felix wanted to fuck her in the massage room under the precedence that it was a massage session. Most of the time he regretted initially fucking his client’s, India was the one that really made it obvious that had been a bad idea. Felix was too flirty, too free now in America and he just wanted to sample everyone, everything, not get too tied down to the same meal day after day. Farleigh joked that he was a one and done kinda guy, that he should hand out a coupon to his client’s that said ‘ One FREE fuck, then I’ll ignore you, use it wisely ’. 

Farleigh was a prick though, he didn’t understand Felix, didn’t understand that it wasn’t that he would never fuck someone he’d already fucked it was just unlikely. People seemed to become boring once they’d fucked, maybe they stopped trying to be interesting because they thought they’d caught the elusive Felix. 

The few message’s he’d gotten so far were rather boring, just the same old shit over and over and sure Felix never sent the first message but the least these guys could do was come up with something original. He clicked the tab at the top over to FRESH to see if any new profiles peaked his interest. He was scrolling down, some were interesting, he favorited a few, a big burly guy with a leather harness on, a pic of just abs and underwear with a thick bulge under it. He bypassed the wholesome looking guys standing shirtless at the beach or outdoors. A notification buzzed, a message from a guy he’d favorited earlier. He checked the profile, the first picture was just a thick hard, uncut cock. The second picture was the same at a different angle though. A tattoo just to the left of centre was visible, just under where shorts would sit was the word BREATHE, in Times New Roman font. Underneath was the guy’s hard and heavy looking cock sitting against his own stomach, seeming to point toward the tattoo. Felix read through the profile

‘HUNG - EDGING - BB - VISITING - interested in LINGERIE’  

The guy certainly wasn’t lying about being hung. Felix felt his mouth water as he admired the thick cock, curving slightly upward as it lay on his belly, foreskin still around the head. God what Felix wouldn’t do to see it properly, to see what he knew would be a fat mushroom head when the foreskin was pulled back. God how good it would feel down his throat, lips stretched wide to accommodate it and then slightly less tight once the guy was inside him fully. Each drag down his throat though god he could imagine just how full he’d feel, gagging and forcing himself to take it. 

His mind went to him on the bed, back arched beautifully as he situated himself on all fours, half a bottle of lube he could imagine just how much stretch it would still take to get the guy inside him.

bathwaterpiggy - what are you looking for pretty boy? You’re profiles quite bare

He was giddy just from the first message, it got like that sometimes, usually it was easy and just felt a little like the admin work he had to do for his job. Exchange a few messages and set up a meeting time but something about this guy’s profile, about his messages, mostly his thick cock had Felix’s mind a little fuzzy. 

lolliepoplover - right now, i'm looking for someone to fuck me so hard I can stop

  thinking for a while  

bathwaterpiggy - and why would you want that?

Felix didn’t have to think about it, he knew exactly why he wanted it, to get his mind off Oliver for a moment. To stop thinking about him, thinking about just how hard he’d fuck Felix, how gentle he’d be, how no doubt filthy he’d be. He’d order Felix around and for a while Felix wouldn’t have to think, he could just let his mind wander. All he would be required to do is follow Oliver’s orders and he could and would happily do that. Initially he wanted to lie but it was always enticing to just be straight up front with someone visiting. It’s what made them a bit more intriguing, their was no chance of seeing them again, they could fuck and be honest about what they wanted.

lolliepoplover - This guy at my gym is driving me crazy, he’s so calm even when he knows he’s driving me wild. Every single time I see him, I have to run home and fuck myself on the biggest dildo I have just to get some relief. It’s like he’s edging me just with his presence. It’s fucking insane. I just need someone with a fat cock like yours to fill me up then maybe I’ll get a little break for a while

bathwaterpiggy - I’d be happy to give you that relief. You sound like you’d be really good at following instructions. Probably a naughty little brat who needs someone to reign you in right, someone to challenge you, then you’d be happy to follow

lolliepoplover - you think you could?

  bathwaterpiggy - there he is huh, little brat come out to play? So tell me then, what do you want your little gym crush to do to you? What’s got you so wet for him, be honest?

lolliepoplover -. I keep imagining him making me bend over in the locker room showers where anyone could see, making me spread myself open for him. He’d probably just watch as I tried to stretch myself, stand against the wall and stroke his cock while he  knew I was gaggin for it. God, I’d probably be fumbling around trying to get as many fingers in than maybe he’d smack my fingers away, tell me I was a desperate little slut or something, couldn’t even open myself up right. 

bathwaterpiggy - does he know what a slut you are?

lolliepoplover - I don’t think he has any idea

bathwaterpiggy - Maybe we can play a game together, try and get him to notice who you really are? Sound fun? 

lolliepoplover - Depends, what do you have in mind ? 

bathwaterpiggy - Well I thought we’d start by getting you to stuff yourself full, see which of your plugs would have you feeling it with each step?

lolliepoplover - And what makes you think I have plugs?

bathwaterpiggy - hahahahah and here i thought you were going to be honest with me darling?

lolliepoplover - Okay fine what about the plugs? 

* 

Felix was sore, every single movement he made had the thick silver plug rubbing right against his prostate. He’d already cum 3 times during the day, rushing off to the bathroom and doing as he’d been told and sending the pics of the messy toilet bowl covered in his cum to bathwaterpiggy. 

Initially he hadn’t been into the idea, would have just rathered the guy come around and fuck him senseless, but through all the talk eventually the game did seem quite enticing. 

Oliver would arrive in about 30 minutes and as instructed he’d been doing some squats in the mirror, intensely feeling as the plug started to move around, slip just a little before he had to grip it tight. It was verging on over stimulation but bathwaterpiggy had given him one extra task and he really didn’t want to disappoint. He was enjoying it so far, enjoyed being ordered around by a stranger, being told exactly how to fuck himself on each of the plugs and dildos last night, sending pics of each, of his hole stretching wider each time to each new toy. He’d been ordered to wear the largest he had and that took some working up to it. It’d been 3 am by the time he finally got it snuggly fitting inside him. 

It was silver, shiny and heavy and with each movement it was impossible not to feel it, to feel the weight of it inside him, pushing down on his rim. 

Felix shyly walked into the staff bathroom rereading the last message he had 

bathwaterpiggy - What a good boy, that’s the third today! You must be dying to be fucked thoroughly by now. Loose wet hole ready and waiting to be filled. Just before your boy comes in I want you to go to the bathroom, pants on and grind against your palm until you fill those little panties full of cum. If you want him to notice you, im   sure that pretty pink blush that would settle on your cheeks will get him thinking. Maybe he’ll wonder just what you’ve been up to that’s left you blushing everytime that sticky cum rubs against your cock, every time you have to move and that thick plug makes itself known. Don’t forget, no hand under the pants, I know, I know you’ll be begging for it, dying for just a little more friction but you want to impress me don’t you, want to impress your little crush. Everyone loves a desperate little cockslut, one who can’t keep from indulging themselves. 

Felix wasn’t going to lie and pretend that the game wasn’t turning him on, wasn’t making him semi hard all day when his phone pinged and he knew just who the message was from. The idea that people might look at him and wonder, the idea that his pretty pink panties might be peeking out the top of his shorts when he bent over, the idea that the staff might wonder why he kept running off to the bathroom, why he always smelled like strawberry lube when he came out. All of it had him on edge, had him fighting for his sanity and he loved it, revelled in the little praises he got when he completed a task set out for him. 

He lent his forehead against the toilet stall wall, poked his ass out. His cock was hard already, semi hard most of the day. Just the touch of his hand against the outside of the fabric was enough, almost too much with how sore he was. His other hand found the plug edges, he gripped around them and shallowly fucked it back in and out, only slightly so his rim was always tight , never the relief of it full coming out or it would ruin it. He needed to push it just enough that he could still stay in the game, and wasn't going to let the challenge get the better of him. 

Felix tugged at the rim of the plug, unconsciously bucking his hips forward again and again, straining for more friction, just a little more, just a tiny bit more. His cock was sensitive, even more so with the scratchy lace material rubbing against it. The timer on his phone chimed, signalling the next calendar appointment was to start in 15 minutes. It shocked Felix out of his haze for a second, terrified that he’d miss the deadline, lost in the embarrassment that he was cutting it so fine, that Oliver would definitely see his face so flushed. He was bordering on panic, wanting so desperately to tick off this last challenge and prove to bathwaterpiggy that he really was a good boy, one that could follow instructions, one that could rise to the challenge, He humped desperately into his palm, cupping himself, squeezing more aggressively to try and get himself to the finish line. He tugged on the plug a little too hard, the relief of it pulling all the way out and the aggressive rough way he pushed it all the way back in had him there. His eyes squeezed tight, entire body tight for a second before the warm relief of orgasm came over him. The warmth was centred in his boxers, flooding and filling them. It felt filthy, disgusting, almost as if he’d pissed himself. 

Shame overcame him in waves, as it dipped, the flush of lust rose though. Embarrassment warming his body, a shiver of a blush tingled up his spine to settle on his cheeks. What a fucking slut he thought to himself, not trying to fight the smirk that came with it. 

After a few minutes of panting, he lent back, camera ready on his phone as he started the recording. Peeling the front of his shorts from his body, revealing the sticky mess inside his shorts. Soft spent cock covered in his own cum, glistening under the fluorescent lights. It was filthy, an absolute mess, his cock looking slightly red probably from the friction of the lace rubbing against it. He sent the little recording off, jumping at the time stamp. With 5 minutes to spare he threw some water on his face, washed his hand thoroughly and prayed to any god that was listening that he could just get through this one session. 

When Oliver walked through the door, loose fitting joggers and an old tshirt, the blush crept back up. God Felix felt stupid, felt silly and embarrassed that he’d built all these feelings up. Oliver was just so cute, so sweet and intriguing and god he looked gorgeous, smile beaming toward Felix. 

“Felix hey” He waved even though they were only about a metre apart. 

Felix tried to regain composure, “Hey Olls, ready for today” 

When they entered the back room Felix took a moment to check out his reflection in the mirror. Cheeks flushed pink, thin sheen of sweat over his skin and his bottom lip fat and red from where he’d bitten it hard to choke back the moans in the bathroom. He looked obscene, debauched even and he wondered if maybe Oliver would notice it. 

“You look exhausted Felix, hard session earlier?” 

Felix choked, eyes wide “Uhmm, yeah, yeah Olls just, it was a really hard session. Working extra hard at the moment trying to shred and get lean” 

Oliver laughed, “Lean Felix, you got like no body fat whatsoever. Not like this” Ollie laughed, lifting his shirt up to expose his stomach, his little pooch, soft layer of fat covering his abs. Felix could have fainted, felt so scandalous to be gifted another brief sight of such a delicious belly. He unconsciously squeezed against the thick plug, then the onslaught of all the memories of the day flooded back, his face felt on fire with shame, guilt and lust. Purposely he hadn’t given Oliver any exercises to work it off, he knows it’s not professional but so is standing behind a client with your cock trapped between there ass cheeks, fighting off the urge to just come in his pants, so really nothing about it was professional. 

“Olls, we’ll get there, promise” He lied 

“Big night again?” Oliver continued that chatter while they got set up to do some free weights. 

“Yeah another hard one” Felix smiled back 

“Squeeze a lot in last night, hope it made today a lot easier” 

Felix flushed again, fuck, his mind reminded him just how much easier it was to slip that thick large, heavy weighted plug right in his near on gaping hole this morning. 

“For sure, yeah yeah easier, looser you know” Felix’s mouth just working on it’s own accord

Oliver just gave him an odd look 

The work out continued and Felix kept finding his mind going right back to the thick plug still inside him or the dirty soiled lace panties holding the mess of cum in his pants. 

When they got to Lat pulldown Felix squatted by the machine, facing toward Oliver. Usually he’d stand and help the short guy reach the bar but today he wanted to indulge, wanted to give himself a chance to get another look at that belly, just something to savour onto for when he absolutely ruined himself later tonight. Hopefully bathwaterpiggy could help him along, give him some new challenges to focus on while his mind stayed on the prize of a soft delectable belly. 

Felix tentatively squatted, about chest level with Oliver as he watched the man struggle to reach upward to grab the bar, his body stretched out, shirt rucked up to reveal the little belly roll of fat covering his stomach as he came back to a sitting position. It was less than 30 seconds but Felix catalogued every moment of it, so focused on the belly, focused on every single detail, the little moles scattered across it, the way his pants pulled down as Oliver stretched up. He couldn’t help staring at the little red marks his underwear had left. That’s when he noticed it, when he noticed the top of a tattoo he’d recently been intently wanking himself off too. He’d recognise it anywhere, the top of the Times New Roman lettering, in the exact same spot as it was in the picture. 

Felix almost lost his balance as he squeezed tight around the plug in shock. This changed everything, absolutely everything. His mind wanted to jump straight into existential crisis but a part of it, the only part with any logic left told him to not make it obvious, this could be fun, a fun way to keep getting what he wanted from who he really wanted it from. God it made it all the more exciting to know that it had been Oliver he’d messaged all day. God that meant Oliver knew he was now squatting and exactly what the plug in his ass looked like, what the mess in his panties looked like. 

Fuck Oliver was so much more devious then he ever thought. Unfortunately it also meant that Oliver knew he had a crush on him, maybe it was okay though, maybe it would all work out better, he just had to make sure Oliver didn’t know he knew. 

“Felix, you’re zoning out again. How’s my form?” 

Felix cocked his head to the side and tried to resist the smirk forming. 

“Not too bad Olls, but let me watch from behind.” Felix stood and walked behind Oliver. He pulled the bar down for a seated Oliver and when he did he made sure to push his crotch just over Oliver’s shoulder. If he really was a piggy then the idea of Felix’s sticky messy come covered cock in the now ruined panties just resting on his shoulder would definitely knock down some of Oliver’s confidence, he just wouldn’t be able to resist. As if unaware he’d done it Oliver's head turned to the side, almost nuzzled against Felix’s cock and he watched his body expand as he took a deep inhale. 

Dirty little thing, Felix thought. He moved back hands on Oliver’s shoulder’s, regaining his composure and a little of his power. No longer was Oliver this precious insanely delicious thing just out of reach, no Oliver was a filthy little slut just like he was. Oliver lied to him, Oliver created this entire scenario today to have such power over Felix. He was inventive, Felix could give him that but he was also a filthy pig that would have licked the drain after Felix bathed. Sure he may be dominant but he could easily be distracted and his power taken from under him, the way shuddered when he inhaled the sweaty mess of come in Felix’s shorts, it was obvious Oliver would beg for any bodily fluids Felix would give.

The illusion he had of Oliver, this high powered clever dominant lawyer who wouldn’t take no for an answer shattered and all at once the new, more real perception of Oliver was created. He was still all that, still clever although slightly more manipulative, more devious, more dangerous even. He shivered at the thought, Oliver was smart, had that need to control and dominate but his downfall was his clearly obsessive, bordering on psychotic behaviour. He’d probably fall to his knees and easily give up the control if Felix just flung his soiled underwear toward him. Little freak, Felix wanted to be revolted by it, but really he was only more interested, more intrigued, more turned on, more desperate for him. They could be disgusting filthy messes together, obsessive, insane and all for each other. They could lie and manipulate to get what they wanted and they clearly wanted each other. 

Felix’s mind tracked the thing’s Oliver had done, the lying, the sexual innuendos as they spoke, the fucking squat rack incident and then the entire scenario he’d created today. Then his mind supplied all the equally insane shit Felix had done, faked the PT sessions, lied about his openings, simply ignored Oliver’s wishes to reduce his belly, to develop abs and again the entire scenario today just so he could maybe entice Oliver. They were equally insane, equally thrilled by the challenge, by the chase and Felix wasn’t ready to give it up. Finally he’d found a match, someone to keep him interested and he wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers. 

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Felix could barely keep his mind on a single thought for long enough before another one came in or his mind welcomed in another filthy fucking image of the innocent looking Oliver sitting in front of him. Every time Felix’s gaze tracked back for a second to the filthy little slut parading around as a sweet little geek his mind supplied the memory of the fat, thick cock laying on that deliciously soft and supple belly. 

He could tell he was about to do something insane, just the thrumming of energy in his body that if created by drugs could have been easily quelled by a cigarette, but this wasn’t some manufactured high. This was something else, Felix had been on edge, on the floating clouds of an orgasm high since last night. His tight sore hole, still stuffed full by the plug. His cock strained again even though he’d cum more in the last 24 hours then he would usually accumulate in a week. 

The rush he got supplied him with more of that addictive high every time he moved throughout the day and the plug moved with him. The realization now that his little piggy was also his little Oliver only made everything that much more heady. All the ideas swimming through his mind and he felt that light headed feeling again, untethered to reality feeling. 

Felix had lost it, lost the last grip to his own sanity when his hips unconsciously bucked against Oliver’s shoulder. It felt as if his soul had left his body when he looked down on the scene. Oliver’s stuttered breath, the high pitched squeak he gave before apparently losing his own logic and giving into the desire. Turning his head so his cheek was pressed against Felix’s hard aching cock, the one stuffed inside his messy lace panties hard with his own dried cum. The immediate unconscious response Oliver had to inhale so deep, to press his cheek to what he had seen in a picture’s all day. 

‘Filthy little slut’ was all Felix could think. Then came that pride, that massive fucking ego, that indignant feeling, the brat finally unleashed. Who the fuck did Oliver think he was, messing with Felix the way he had, pretending to be so innocent and using it all to his advantage, molding Felix the way he wanted. It was fucking disgusting, made him feel ill that Oliver thought he could fool him, deceive him like that. It made his blood run fucking cold. 

‘ Stupid little piggy ’, Felix thought. 

He pulled away from his catch, circled around the front to watch the dazed look on Ollie's face. Poor thing looked like a lost moth drawn to the light. Glazed over eyes and the hint of pink creeping up his neck to settle on his cheeks. Felix found the sight equally alluring and repulsive. God he wanted to spit on him or something but Oliver would find that hot wouldn’t he, probably lick it up. It was a little disorientating why exactly that image seemed to turn him on even more. 

“Fuck” Oliver quietly exclaimed. 

The pain in his voice sounded different then what Felix had expected and immediately he snapped back into his professional manner. His hands shot out to hold the machine before putting the safety mechanism in place to hold the weight. The moment Oliver was clear he curled into himself, grabbing at his left thigh.

“Fuck” he exclaimed a little louder that time. 

Felix could hear the pain in his voice, the true pain and that was the only reason he didn’t lean forward and tell Oliver to quit playing his fucking games.

“You ‘right?” Felix asked, unfortunately catching a glimpse of the tattoo again. 

“Fuck Felix, I don’t fucking know. God it feels like the muscle are pulling apart” Oliver bit back

Felix felt a little afronted by the response, stupid idiot only fucking pulled a damn muscle. Without thought his hand reached out to push Oliver’s away, to grab at his thigh and gently pull him out of the curled up position he was in. The way Oliver’s eyes flashed a moment of vulnerability was what caused Felix to think of it. 

The smirk grew across his face as he thought about just how much he could push this. A little plan formed in his head. A little payback for being such a little snake. 

“Olls, mate, you pulled a muscle. Lets ah, let’s head to the back room and I’ll work on it for you?” 

That fear flashed across Oliver’s face again and Felix ate it all up, god it was the most delicious thing he’d ever eaten. The absolute disintegration of the big bad Dom Oliver, he could have cackled at the thought of the equally appealing little fucking freak currently squirming under Felix’s touch. 

He’d had desperate partners before, he’d had clingy and needy but he’d never had this. The utter devotion in Oliver’s eyes, the absolute knowing that this little loser would lick up every trail of dripping sweat from Felix’s body and cum untouched because of it. The power was a little heady, sent him a little delirious. But the awkward squeak Oliver let out when Felix tightened his grip, helped him to slightly get his bearings again. 

He stood, hand held out for his little Ollie to hold onto.  When Oliver protested while walking, Felix stopped, smirking again before throwing his arm over Oliver’s shoulders, pulling the smaller guy to his side in an effort to ‘help’ him. It did somewhat or maybe the fact that Oliver was too drunk off the intense sweaty smell of his armpit that it seemed to lift the pain briefly. 

“C’mon Olls, I’ll work that muscle for you” Felix beamed, hoping to hide his new knowledge from Oliver, wanting to keep him in the dark while he played out the scenario in his head. 

He looked over his shoulder as he pushed open the door, watched the way Oliver looked a little out of his comfort zone, a little cautious as his eyes darted around the place to see if anyone was looking. 

Oliver ducked his head as he walked through the door, missing the way Felix’s smile turned into a smirk. 

“Just sit up on the bed mate, legs over the side and I’ll just grab the oil. Pants off and you can throw one of those towels over your lap if you want.” 

It made him giddy as he heard the shattered exhale Oliver let out. He wanted to be sorry for the guy, knowing how it felt to have the confines of tight elastic pulled across your hard cock but he just couldn’t bring himself to feel anything but absolute delight that Oliver was now forced to experience it. 

When he turned around at the sight it was almost too much. Oliver sat over the edge of the table, bare legs dangling and a towel draped over his boxers. His hands folded in his lap and his gaze focused on the floor. Felix wanted to eat him up, devour him whole. 

“Don’t stress Olls, I know exactly what I’m doing” Felix spoke as he rubbed the oil between his hands. 

As if he was in the club, drunk off his tits at 2 am he dropped down to a crouch position, bouncing a little at the bottom, right in between Oliver’s legs. The way poor Oliver’s jaw hit the floor was too delicious. Felix wanted to savour it but those bare, hairy thighs in front of him were begging to be touched, to be squeezed and massaged. With just enough balance Felix lent forward, suppressing the moan from his mouth at the angle change and the way the plug was now sitting in his ass, almost begging to pop out. 

He gripped Oliver’s thighs, maybe too hard but he needed the support. Needed something to ground him when all of a sudden all his senses were on alert. Those thick meaty thighs, the slight give to them when Felix kneaded the base of his palm with deep pressure from Oliver's knee to just where the towel sat. With each drag of his hands he felt himself getting lost in the scene over and over again. His hands edging higher and higher each time, his gaze caught on Oliver’s face, the way the concern melted away and soon his eyes fluttered shut and he looked about ready to fall back onto the bed in a more comfortable position.

He watched the man’s little hitch in breath everytime Felix pushed his hands up his thighs just a little higher, squeezing and gripping, massaging up higher and higher, until just under the edge of his boxer shorts. The low moan Oliver let slip must have caught him by surprise because suddenly the calm expression he was wearing had turned to one of alarm. 

Oliver’s eyes darted around the room, checking to see if the door was closed, if people could see, generally looking uneasy with the situation. 

Felix could feel the shift in the energy that had been building, and could feel the way Oliver almost immediately shrunk away from him. 

“C’mon Olls, we should hit the sauna?” 

Oliver seemed stuck for a moment, just staring down at Felix between his legs, big hands still spread and squeezing on his thighs, lips glossy with spit and pink from being chewed on in concentration. 

“Ahhumm nah it’s okay Felix” Felix watched as Oliver’s seemed all too concerned now with the door, flighty as if ready to run the moment Felix’s hands left his body. Felix’s smile contorted into a smirk as he thought about just how little of chance there was that he would let that happen. After everything Oliver had done to him, all the nudes he sent, the little sexting all damn day long. The way Oliver had easily lied to his face after watching him cum in the panties he was still currently wearing. He laughed to himself at just how pathetic Oliver was, what a little fucking weasel he was. That he thought he could just easily run off now, squirm away to hide his boner and then probably send Felix a barrage of messages pretending he hadn’t just been in the room with him. 

Felix could feel as the anger rose, the disgust coming with it. The way his blood heated up with a mix of emotions, frustration, lust, anger and disgust. This little freak thought he could talk big, act all dominant in messages and then turn into this little weirdo mess the moment it was in person. 

He was angry, but he also wanted to see if he could push it. If maybe he just pushed the right buttons he could rid Oliver of the dorky facade he was wearing, if maybe that bratty attitude could coax out the Dom he’d been messaging with for days. 

“It’ll be good mate.” Felix smiled up from between Oliver’s legs. 

“Actually, it’s a fact, you know after a massage to hit the sauna. It’s pretty much a rule, it helps with lymph drainage, helps the blood pump out all the toxins we just released from the muscles” Felix threw together a few scientific sounding terms he’d heard from various tik tok videos and his massage course. Sending a quick silent pray to whatever the fuck resided in the sky that Oliver didn’t really know enough about this stuff to question it. 

“Oh” was all Oliver said for a moment, weak little mask still in place. Felix held himself back from the outward disgust at it, “Sure, if that’s what you think is best”. Felix rolled his eyes at that, he should be the one saying that, he should be the one trying to appease, trying to show what a good boy he was for following the rules. 

“Yeah” Felix couldn’t help the indignation seeping into his tone, “It is what I think is best”. 

He stood then and moved to the sink to wash the oils off his hands. Calling over his shoulder to Oliver 

“Don’t worry about the shirt Olls, gotta keep that off in the sauna anyway” 

Sure he was pissed, infuriated actually at the turn of events, but he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to see that soft little belly covered in dripping lines of sweat. 

***

Oliver laid back against the wall, trying his hardest to let go of the uncomfortable tension in the sauna. Also trying to mask the clear uncomfort he had with his belly on full display, that roll of pudge squished over his shorts unless his back was straight enough. 

It had been a hell of an afternoon already, all day spent riling up Felix and then getting to watch the man squirm as he tried to contain himself during the session. He’d thought from all the talking they’d done Felix was the perfect little submissive but the shift in energy earlier, right before the massage reminded him again of that intently bratty energy he’d almost forgotten Felix was made of. 

He stretched back a little straighter, trying to get his belly as flat as he could, and that’s when he noticed Felix’s staring. The way his eyes were locked directly onto that stupid tattoo. That drunken night years ago when he first started adventuring within the scene, started developing his tastes a little, refining his palette some might say. At first he’d thought it was funny, a little egotistical but occasionally he felt he deserved to feel a little hopped up, drunk off his own ego. That was before he’d started incorporating it in scenes though. 

Before he watched transfixed as some guy took him halfway down their throat and while their eyes were focused on the tattoo. They just stared at it, as if it were a point of focus, a static thing to stare at when everything got a little too overwhelming. When the energy that engulfed them both became a little too wild to tame. The tattoo never seemed to fail, he’d tap it a few times and watch as the glazed over eyes of the guy on his knees in front of him would seem to refocus, stare up at him as they’d pull back just enough to take in some air again, to breathe. 

Felix had a similar look, the way his eyes were fixed on the tattoo. Oliver smirked to himself, wondering how Felix would respond to it. That’s when it hit him, FUCK , he thought. How could he be so fucking stupid to forget about the fact that Felix had already seen the stupid tattoo. He’d been staring at it on his profile, and it would have been hard to miss it when the head of his cock rested just next to the tattoo. Oliver thought back to just how clever he’d thought he was when he’d framed the photo that way. Now he was cursing himself, too self-conscious about his stomach to remember the glaringly distinct tattoo on his hip that he’d left on show. 

There was no chance Felix didn’t recognize it, no way Felix wouldn’t be piecing together everything in this exact moment. 

“Do you think anyone’s ever fucked in here?” Oliver asked, watching Felix’s head snap back up to his face 

“What?” Felix asked 

“Do you think people have sex in here?” Oliver asked again 

Felix just looked at him for a second “Weird of you to ask Olls, but no mate, I don’t think so. I keep a pretty clean gym” Felix snapped back in a bitchy tone. 

“Of course Felix, just smells a bit like sex doesn’t it?” Oliver pressed 

Oliver watched as Felix’s face immediately lost the bitchy expression along with all the color for just the briefest moment, before the brat schooled himself back in.

“Don’t know what kind of sex you have Olls, but I don’t general enjoy myself if the room smells of sour sweat” 

Oliver let it go. He knew he shouldn’t, if they were in a different setting maybe he’d reprimand that but for the moment he thought maybe it was best to see how Felix was processing the idea that Oliver was the guy he’d been sexting with for the better part of the last 24 hours. 

Oliver just laughed at the response “Sweaty sex is the best kind Felix, maybe you’ve just never experienced it in the right way” 

Felix just audibly gulped 

Oliver stretched himself out like a cat in the morning sun, making sure to spread his legs nice and wide. If Felix had already put it together, he knew exactly what Oliver was hiding under those shorts and Oliver knew just how desperately Felix had wanted it only a few hours earlier. 

“The kind of sex where you’ve just been going for hours, both a sweaty mess and too lazy to go open the window because that would mean leaving the bed. That lingering scent of sweat and some artificial flavoured lube “ Oliver smirked as he watched Felix rack his eyes over his body. 

It was quiet for a moment until Felix smirked back “I dunno Olls, I can get pretty pungent when I sweat too much.” Felix paused for a moment, lifting up his arm to expose the sweaty slick hair under his armpit “Go on Olls, take a wiff, I bet it doesn’t smell all too good” 

Oliver narrowed his gaze, eyes locked on the way the tuft of hair slicked against the skin with all that sweat. He didn’t have it in him to be angry, he was impressed more than anything because of course Felix had figured it out, of course the little brat would try and use his profile against him. 

Felix stared directly into his eyes, not for a moment losing eye contact as he tilted his head and sniffed his armpit. He scrunched his face up and made a show of gagging a little as if the smell was too pungent too handle, “Pretty fucking ripe if you ask me. God, and if that’s bad you can only imagine what my junk smells like. Squished up in these boxers all day as I work out, I can only imagine how intense it’d smell now, after being in the sauna” 

Oliver didn’t miss the smirk that grew across Felix’s face and left it just as quick. That hunger burnt hot inside him, made it hard to think about anything else than the deliciously large brat sitting right in front of him, pretending that he wasn’t in cum covered panties right this second. 

Oliver bit his lip, the urge to bury himself in the presented armpit was a little too overwhelming. 

“Stretch out Felix, you look a little stiff. You’d be more comfortable if you spread out a bit, that’s what the sauna is for right, relaxation. You look tense, barely even sitting directly on the seat mate” 

“Yeah you’re right Olls” Felix nodded, trying for nonchalant but the big smile creeping along his face really was betraying him. “I actually am a bit uncomfortable. I was thinking now the sauna probably done its magic, got your muscles loosened up a bit. Maybe we head upstairs to my room and I can try work those thigh muscles again, see if I can’t help you relax”

***

Felix walked out of the sauna first, proud of his little devious lies, now he’d have Oliver all to himself. 

Maybe he could force Oliver to watch a little show, force him to endure a little edging, not that it’d compare to everything he’d forced Felix to endure all day but it was a start. His mind tracked through all the toys he had, maybe he had a spare cock ring somewhere he could get Ollie to wear. He resisted the urge to grab his semi hard cock at the image of Ollie on his knees, big blue eyes staring up at him, pure lust and devotion in them. Just absolutely gagged at the idea of smelling, maybe even tasting the current mess in his pants. All the sticky half dried cum covering his cock. Fuck, he thought to himself, the image changed slightly, the other man now naked kneeling in front of him, legs spread, fat thick cock hanging heavy between them, overshadowed only by the delectable and delicate soft rolls of flesh covering Oliver’s stomach. 

Felix almost jumped out of his skin when a small hand touched his lower back. 

“Jesus, fuck Olls” 

“Sorry Felix, just tryna get passed. You know what, my leg feels a bit better now anyway, maybe the sauna was all it needed” Oliver smiled 

Felix took in every part of Oliver’s expression, trying to decipher what the other man meant behind the words. If he didn’t know Oliver was bathwaterpiggy he was sure he’d have thought he was being honest, truly genuine in giving Felix an out. It was muddled now though, with everything else he knew, maybe Oliver wasn’t interested anymore, maybe he was nervous, maybe everything was all an act and he was worried he wouldn’t live up to who he was in the messages. 

It was like a calm washed over him as the resolve settled in place, it didn’t actually matter though did it. Felix liked Oliver way before any of the messaging shit happened, way before he’d seen his cock, before all the messaging and posturing. Oliver was clearly a bit of an odd guy, into some stuff Felix wouldn’t have ever imagined but that still didn’t turn Felix off. There was something alluring about Oliver, something that drew Felix in from the first moment. 

Something addicting about receiving his attention, which didn’t really make logical sense, Oliver wasn’t the typical kind of good looking. If anything he was a bit of a nerd, which only seemed to make it all the more enticing to receive his attention. Oliver should want to lavish anyone in attention, should try extra hard to make friends, to work his way up the social ladder, but he didn’t. He was content with himself and his life, he had a strength of confidence Felix hadn’t often seen before. The type of confidence he’d observed always seemed paper thin, like the slightest breeze could shake the person to the core. Oliver’s though, it was like an unmovable armor, and to have his attention, his undivided attention felt more enticing then Felix had ever imagined. 

Who cares if Oliver wasn’t the Dom he portrayed himself to be online, Felix had enough brat in him to at least coax even the most submissive guy into giving him a spanking. It was a talent he was quite proud of, the ability to annoy the absolute shit out of his partners until they finally stood up to him. It was never truly what he craved, never the realness that he could imagine came from someone truly dominant.  He’d seen glimpses, he knew Oliver at least had a spark of Dom and Felix knew with time he could mold Oliver into what he wanted.

Again the gentle hand on his hip now brought him back to the present “Felix, you okay?” And there it was, not at all muddled, pure genuine concern. It felt so warm to have that directed at him that he felt his inside glow as the words settled. 

“Yeah Olls, let’s head upstairs anyway mate, can’t have you missing sessions because I didn’t give you the best care” Felix smiled, pulling his shirt back over his head. 

***

“You really are a fucking brat aren’t you Felix” Oliver spoke, staring at Felix from the bedroom door. 

Felix just smirked, pulled his shirt off and then his pants in less than a minute. Not even enough time for Oliver to really enjoy the undressing, in the blink of an eye Felix went from dressed to standing half naked in front of him, chubbed up cock fat against the lace of his panties. 

“Just getting comfortable Olls, for the massage” He stretched his arms behind his head, trying for casual, although the huge smirk across his face gave it all away “Now that we’re in some privacy I just thought it might be nice to, you know, get comfortable myself. Like you suggested earlier. You were right I really was so stiff, still am actually” Felix’s head dropped, eyeing his own cock before trailing his eyes back up to Oliver 

It was hard not to just stand and stare, to take the time to have his fill. To watch Felix's tall lean frame stretch out, the muscles visible and contracting as he moved. To give that pretty fat cock stuffed into those cum covered panties the appropriate amount of worship it deserved, and he would, but right now Felix needed to be put in his place. 

“Come lay down Olls, get comfortable. Let me finish that massage “ Felix smirked as he crawled onto the bed, back arched so beautifully, ass still full of the plug Oliver had told him to wear earlier, pushed up and in the air, on show. 

Oliver walked slowly to the bed, watching in fascination and absolute indignation as Felix spread his sweaty shirt he’d just taken off over the pillow Oliver was supposed to lay on. 

The little brat tipped his head to the side, staring up at Oliver “Sorry mate, just didn’t know how clean the sheets are, thought it was a better bet to at least cover it with the shirt” Felix sucked in a breath between his teeth, plastering a fake grimace on his face “Hope it doesn’t smell too bad” Again that entitled smirk spread across his face. 

Oliver swallowed hard, he’d known from the moment he laid eyes on Felix, form the moment he had to endure such oddly intrusive questions about his life just to join a fucking gym, that Felix was a brat. It had taken at least a session or two before he could recognize that even Felix knew he was a brat. And it wasn’t until this exact moment that Oliver knew just how much it would take to really handle Felix. To truly and properly tame the brat, to let Felix play and push but to want to be reigned in by Oliver. That was the goal, not to squash the brat but instead see it as the honor it was to play the brats games. 

Oliver stood at the edge of the bed, taking in the scene in front of him. Felix's large frame still contorted into an obscenely crude pose. Oliver let out a deep exhale before he reached his hand forward, as gently as possible letting his finger tips graze the side of Felix’s cheek. He watched in awe as the man in front of him immediately subdued, glossy eyes looking up at him as if he hung the fucking moon. 

He allowed Felix to relax fully into his palm, made sure he was holding Felix gaze as he audibly tutted, shaking his head along with the noise. 

“Perfect fucking brat” Oliver exhaled again, allowing himself to slip further into the moment. 

“Naughty little Felix spent all day getting himself off and poor Olls had to stay hard all day” he grabbed his own erection through his shorts. “Little indulgent slut got to fuck yourself on that plug over and over, wet loose hole tightening around the plug every time you came” Oliver watched the shiver travel up Felix’s spine and reach his shoulder before the man shook it off 

“Imagine how I felt all day Felix, knowing your hole was wet and ready for me. I had to sit inside the office without any relief while you got to get off over and over. Even after all the orgasms you had last night” Oliver used his free hand to tug down one side of his shorts and then the other, until the elastic sat just above his cock. 

Oliver watched as Felix’s back curved an almost inhumanely amount deeper, watched the man's gaze fall from his own to trace the way his shorts were pulled down. 

“Felix” Oliver spoke in a low tone, before tapping three times above the tattoo and watching in the most satisfying glee when he heard Felix suck in a deep breath as if he had forgotten completely that the human body needed to do that. Oliver marvelled at the way Felix’s rib cage opened and the muscles in his back flexed on the inhale and slowly contracted back down as he released. 

Rather than an exhale Felix just moaned a barely audile ‘Fuck’ low and slow. Back curving again so deeply in order to present his ass perfectly. 

Felix lent forward, face in Oliver’s crotch mouthing at his clothed cock, “C’mon Olls” Felix urged, shaking his ass again just to remind Oliver what was there and waiting. 

Oliver grabbed a handful of Felix’s hair at the back of his head before tugging him away. 

“Now I think it’s time I got a bit of a release, don’t you think? All day I’ve been checking your pics, knowing you were just in the gym getting off in a bathroom stall and I couldn’t do anything about it. Do you know how hard that got me Felix?” Oliver questioned. Free hand again tugging the side of his shorts and boxers down enough that his hard cock finally popped free of the elastic of his shorts. 

Felix immediately relaxed as Oliver took his own cock in hand. His head tipped back slightly, gaze staring up at Oliver before again moaning out a ‘Fuuuccck’ and positioning his mouth closer to Oliver’s cock. Immediately he lent forward, intent on taking the fat cock down his throat as quickly as possible. Patience wasn’t a virtue Felix put any weight into. 

Oliver watched the movement, pulling back at the last second to make the disapproving tutting noises again. 

“Not so fast Felix” Oliver spoke in a tone judgement “You’ll get it when I’m ready, first I want to see just how good the plug looks inside you. I can’t believe the pictures do it any justice at all” 

Oliver took in Felix’s disgruntled expression, leading him to his knees by tugging at that longer hair he’d gripped to at the back of his head. Felix allowed it to happen although didn’t for a moment try to hide his disappointment that Oliver was going to make him wait any damn longer. 

On his knees on the bed, Felix stretched to his full height, arms above his head, making a show of his body. He smirked down at Oliver before moving to situate himself back on his hands and knees, only now with his ass facing Oliver. 

He felt that flare of excitement, that deep aching need to try to seduce Oliver to just do what he wanted already. Slowly he used one hand to pull at the corner of his panties, noting how filthy and sticky it felt on his cock as the fabric moved. 

Felix angled himself perfectly, knees spread wide in order to open himself more, to really give Oliver the proper show. Deft fingers barely grazed his skin, starting at his hips and so lightly dragging down across his ass before just barely tracing the end of the plug. It really shouldn’t have felt as erotic as it did, with how slow and soft Oliver’s fingertips ran down his skin, it should have been anything but erotic enough to leave Felix shivering with need. 

It felt like too long had passed with just the quiet sound of Oliver slowly stroking his own cock and the feeling of the fingers slowly getting closer to his rim as they traced the end of the plug. Every time it seemed like Oliver was about to do something more, it just never came. The frustration continued to build, his thoughts following the same trajectory until he was so disconnected from his own body that it was the sharp tug on the end of the plug that pulled him back to the moment. 

“Breathe Felix” Oliver spoke 

The plug was pressed back into place, pushed a little deeper again before it was pulled further out. Oliver started at a shallow pace, slowly tugging at the plug before pushing it back in, over and over until Felix was unconscious to the shallow continuous moan he was letting out. All thoughts had left his mind, so had desire, for the moment he was content to just allow his crush to do whatever the fuck weird worship shit he wanted to do. To just allow Oliver to stroke himself while he played with Felix was enough for the moment. 

It wasn’t long before Felix felt the plug completely pulled out, unceremoniously dropped onto the bed next to him. 

“God, so pretty Felix” Oliver murmured, as if not even really speaking to the other, just a passing comment 

Felix felt both hands rest on his cheeks, spreading and kneading at them continuously over and over. It was quite an overwhelming feeling to be touched with such reverence, to be touched like there was no hurry, like the other wasn’t just completing the steps required to move onto the others. Oliver seemed as if he’d be content with just this and nothing more. 

The sweet little bloom of warmth started to unfurl in his chest, even its emergence was almost too much for Felix to handle. 

Oliver stopped for a second, noticing the way Felix’s shoulders tensed for a second before a brief shaky breath was released. Oliver knew from past experiences that his intensity sometimes scared others, to have his entire focus was sometimes too much. He was told as much, told to get on with it, told to stop staring, told that his ‘beady soulless eyes’ made people uncomfortable. He knew he was probably taking too long but it was all part of the ritual of sex for him. Sex and worship were so intertwined that the penetration was just merely a part of the act, never the main attraction. 

As much as he wanted to stay in the moment a little longer, watch and worship the lube wet stretched rim; he was also acutely aware of how uncomfortable it could be making Felix. In time they’d build his tolerance to it, in time Felix would learn to love being engulfed so entirely, loved and worshipped the way he should be, given everything he never knew he even yet wanted. 

Oliver lent forward, resisted the urge to bury his face in the presented ass and rather held back and called forward his mannered behavior. Lightly tonging around the rim, the initial burst of sickly sweet artificial strawberry bursting across his tongue. The echoing moan and then followed begging by Felix filling the soundless room. It was the most beautiful soundtrack Oliver could imagine as he continued. Pushing further, testing the boundaries, cataloguing Felix’s reactions for later contemplation. 

Soon one thumb and then the other joined his tongue as he collected more of the sickly sweet lube. Felix was panting, alternating between his head flopped to the mattress, moaning and grinding back into Oliver’s face or back arched in a beautiful cat pose, head thrown back moaning as if into an abyss and his own hand stroking hard and fast along his slick cock. 

A type of warmth settled in Oliver’s chest, born from a place of reverence as he watched Felix continually edge himself. Oliver helped of course by refusing to give in to Felix’s begging for more, but Felix all of his own was the one to get to that sweet point, where his moans became higher and it seemed a struggle to rip his hand away from his own cock. 

Oliver chastised himself as the thoughts in his brain seemed to run along the lines of the future, little flashes of all the things he had yet to do with Felix, all the things he’d dreamt of since before he even joined the gym. All the things that built in his brain all that time ago when he spotted Felix in that bar, the glowing lights seeming to bend with him as he danced, always wanting to illuminate his good side. The carefree entitled brat he was happy to show on his profile, the way he’d walk into the bar or the club and soak in the lusting energy directed toward him. 

Felix let out a long pained whine before again dropping his cock as if he’d been burnt, hissing from the pain it was to stop himself. 

The sound brought Oliver back into the room, back to the present and the present that was in front of him. 

Oliver couldn’t help it when he pulled back and spat directly at Felix’s hole, couldn’t help the groan that left him as his eyes fixated on the way his spit slowly trailed down Felix’s body. In a fluid unconscious movement, Oliver collected the spit on the tips of his fingers before pushing it slow and deep inside Felix. Mesmerized, he watched as his fingers got lost inside, the way Felix contracted hard around him, pleading for more now that he’d had a taste of something different. 

A part of Oliver knew that maybe this was all he’d get, that Felix was a wild card, that even with all the background knowledge he’d gathered there was still a chance that Felix might just ditch him after today. It broke his heart, shattered it even, to think about it but he knew he had to be ready for all potentials. 

He knew from the first night he’d watched Felix in the club, watched the way the larger man’s frame engulfed the women he was dancing with. How Felix had held her close, large arms pulling her tight to his sweaty body. Oliver had known then that if given that chance, the only way he’d want to do it with Felix was face to face, sweaty naked bodies pressed against each other. He needed it to be like that, to be so close they could only breathe the same air, so intertwined there was no way anyone could tell where one started and the other ended. Oliver wanted as much of his body connected to Felix’s, wanted the other man’s larger arms to pull him in closer as he was fucked to orgasm. 

“On your back Felix” Oliver spoke 

Felix wanted to protest, he preferred being fucked doggy. It was easier to get deeper in that position and just something entirely filthy about not even being able to see each other face to face. His limbs felt heavy as he tried to drag himself into position, tried to pull his panties down the rest of the way but lost energy halfway through. 

When he finally flopped onto his back he didn’t realise how tired he really was, how exhausted being on edge had been. How so many orgasms could drain all the energy he’d had. Part of him wanted to be ashamed, wanted to be embarrassed by his stamina but another part of him really couldn’t of cared less. When he looked up to find Oliver staring down at his crotch, at his now half hard cock nestled in the mess of pubes he seemed to relax. Oliver couldn’t care less if Felix had the stamina, fuck Oliver would probably be absolutely fine, more then happy to just jack off right now and be done. That warmth spread in his chest again; adoration wasn’t something new to him, but true selfless worship was. The way Oliver’s eyes raked over his body, the way he knew that Oliver would simply be happy to lick the sweat from his chest without pressing for more was entirely more satiating than the empty stares he got in clubs. He loved the attention sure, but to feel like someone wanted to devour everything you were willing to give was an entirely new level. 

Without much thought Felix cupped the side of Oliver’s cheek, secretly reveled in the way the other man immediately softened into the touch, before guiding Oliver down to his crotch. 

“Look at all this mess you created Olls” Felix arched his hips off the bed, pressing his crotch closer to Oliver’s face, just shy of touching. 

Felix watched as Oliver tried to dive forward, mouth agape. 

“Uh uh, not yet Olls. Think you need to make me cum first before you can clean your mess” Felix relaxed back to the bed, settling his legs wider, still holding Oliver’s face and pulling him forward.

Olive scoffed, shook his head but when he faced Felix again there was a bright smile across his face defying the dominant tone he used when he spoke 

“Oh really Felix, and don’t you think you’ve cum enough times already today? How many was it? 3, 4?. “

Felix smirked, couldn’t help it as his mind did try to quickly catalogue exactly how many times he’d cum “Yeah, but none of them were with your cock buried deep inside me” Felix tapped Oliver’s cheek a few times lightly “C’mon mate” Felix teased. 

Felix brightly smiled as he watched Oliver’s reaction, watched the man try to keep his face stoic and emotionless but the edges of his lips quirked up regardless 

“And who said you’d be allowed to cum again tonight?” Oliver challenged. Leaning back on his knees to adjust his position, to take just a moment to admire the gift for his patience all laid out in front of him. Felix’s long lean body, knees up and legs spread. Cock laying against his cum covered pubes, tight lean stomach muscles covered in a sheen of sweat, gorgeous smirking face staring back at him with his thick brown fringe stuck haphazardly to his forehead with sweat. He looked obscene, he looked like everything Oliver could have imagined when he watched Felix dance under the strobe lighting in the clubs, covered in sweat and shirt billowing opened. 

Felix stared back, the warmth in his chest spreading as he laid completely bare and more comfortable than he ever had as Oliver seemed to take in every single inch of his body. It barely even worried him that he wasn’t posed in a very seductive way. Felix allowed himself a moment to take in the sight before him. Oliver’s thick cock poking out, the softest sweetest pudge of belly above it, a slightly red crease above the belly button from where he’d been bent over just moments ago. Felix felt the urge to bite it, to kiss it, to sink his teeth into it and suck a huge bruise there before lapping over it with his tongue.  

Oliver shuffled forward, lined himself up and just for a moment allowed himself a second to tease, a second to build that anticipation, to build that frustration in Felix. He circled Felix’s rim with the head of his cock, just pressing the tip to him without enough pressure to fully push past the muscles. Oliver startled when he felt the thick long hairy legs circle around his back and pull him in, his cock sinking into the deep warmth, Felix flexing around him as he filled the room with a loud moan. 

“Fuck Olls” Felix huffed out, rocking his hips slightly

“Naughty Felix” Oliver spoke as he crowded over Felix. Hands settling next to Felix’s head as he lent forward, fucking deeper into Felix. Oliver crowded closer, into the crook of his shoulder before whispering “You’ll pay for that” he laughed loud and bright before pulling back to take in Felix’s expression. 

Felix moaned, head thrown back as much as he could with the pillow still under it. The long column of his neck on display, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed before opening his mouth again and just allowing himself to be go limp and be fucked like a doll. 

Oliver lent forward, licking at the juncture of Felix’s neck and collar bones, dragging his tongue across them and collecting the tangy salty sweat that pooled there. Eventually Felix’s arms snuck around him, clung to him and pulled him flush to his body. 

The sweat between them made it slippery, made the skin extra sensitive and they stayed in such an intimate position. Even if Felix had wanted to, Oliver didn’t think he could have allowed them to change positions. It was everything he’d wanted. The closeness, the intimacy, the mixing of bodily fluids as if they were finally becoming 1. 

Felix could feel how sweaty they were getting, wished for a brief moment he could rub the irritating bead of sweat from his eye but he just couldn’t bring himself to move his arms. They way they wrapped around Oliver, the way he was held so close to him, the way he knew Oliver wanted to be that close. It was a little overwhelming to be so close but Felix didn’t feel it was necessarily negative, it was just different, different to face a partner but also to have them so close, face to face, chest to chest, bodies so connected. 

When Oliver moved his head slightly to face Felix, he felt the hand snake behind his head and grip into the longer hair. Still fucking deep into him, longer, slower thrusts Oliver had the ability to coordinate a kiss. Felix would have laughed at the awkwardness of the angle, or the way that the kiss was more of tongues lapping against each other and reminiscent of gnawing each other's faces off, if it wasn’t kind of exactly perfect. The intensity of it, the sudden need to be even closer to Oliver, to have him deeper, to just have more and more of him. 

The need built, he responded to his hair being tugged and head being positioned where Oliver wanted by bucking into each of his thrusts, fingernails digging in and scratching down Oliver’s back. A feral desperate edge to the energy took over the room. 

Oliver nailed his prostate on every thrust and soon his body just became jelly, losing the ability to be anything other than putty. With his body fully relaxed Oliver continued to fuck into him, and that’s when it hit Felix. That soft delicious belly, the delectable pudgy tummy was now sweat slick and rubbing against his cock, trapping it between them both. Just the idea of it would have gotten Felix to the finish, but actually experiencing it was so much more. The idea of covering Oliver’s stomach in his cum, coupled with the constant prostate stimulation had Felix screaming, begging, whining. 

It was barely coherent but Felix hoped Oliver got the picture, he must of with the way his movement’s sped up. 

Felix could feel it building, his body relaxed and pliant, allowing. 

“Brat’s don’t get to go first” Oliver whispered into his ear

Before Felix could do anything to stop it, Oliver pulled back separating their bodies slightly, hands beside Felix’s head again. The oncoming orgasm stopped abruptly, crashed and shattered around him which only seemed to make everything else that much more intense. Felix felt the slight change in angle, felt the stretch on his rim as Oliver slowed his thrusts. It felt like fire igniting as he felt the first strings of cum release inside him. His entire body was shivering, the feeling so intense. The slow way Oliver continued to fuck slowly in and out of him, filling him with cum and fucking it back in. 

The build back to his own orgasm was almost instant. He pulled Oliver back to him and half a second later was coming between them. Thick warm cum spread between their stomachs, and it only continued the more Felix’s mind stayed stuck on exactly which soft sweet belly he was currently covering in his own cum, the belly he was marking as his. 

Felix pushed Oliver face against his body, purposely close to his sweaty armpit while he rode out the high. It felt as if it should have been surprising just how intense it was, but a part of him seemed to know that would always be the case. 

Oliver peeled back from Felix’s body, tacky sweat and cum covering them both. In the post orgasm bliss that settled between them he went on instinct and lent down, tongue out and licked a line through the mess on Felix’s tight abs. He savored the taste for a moment, that salty tangy mess, before his eyes shot open and he stared back down at Felix, expecting a horrified look. 

Instead Felix looked comfortable and relaxed, gaze flicking between Oliver’s face and their stomachs. 

“Fuck” Felix giggled “You’re such a little freak Olls” before he launched himself forward, knocking Oliver onto his back with Felix entirely covering him. Felix stared down at the shock written over Oliver’s face, smiled to himself before finally giving in to what he’d wanted to do for so long. 

“I’m never letting you do ab exercises” Felix laughed as he spoke before holding Oliver down by his soft hips, relishing in the way his hands engulfed Oliver’s smaller frame, then leaning down and licking up the soft belly, collecting his own cum on his tongue. 

Felix stared back at Oliver’s still shocked expression, before making a show of swallowing everything down. It filled him with such intense confidence when he saw the twinkle of awe staring back up at him. 

“My little freak” Felix lent back down and placed a few chaste kisses to the sticky mess covered tummy.