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Roman knocked on Sandy’s door not knowing exactly what to expect but assuming what he was hoping was about to happen would be correct.
It had been a week since the club and Stewy had finally sent him Sandy’s personal number.
As soon as Roman got Sandy’s contact, he had started to pester him until Sandy had eventually given in and sent him a time and a place.
Roman’s light flirting and sexual innuendos might have helped him along but he couldn’t confirm that until Sandy opened his door and told him the meeting wasn’t really a meeting.
Sandy opened the door once Roman had knocked for the second time, he didn’t look impressed that Roman was ten minutes early, in fact his face didn’t really reveal any emotions he could possibly be thinking at all.
As Sandy stepped aside and let Roman in, he started to wonder how much Stewy knew about this. It probably wasn’t much but even the idea he knew a little still made Roman’s skin momentarily crawl.
“Where did you want to do this?” Roman asked, turning around to see Sandy closing the door behind him.
He knew his voice already sounded wrecked and he hoped that would do it for Sandy like it did for most other men.
“You decide,” Sandy replied easily.
“I don’t know the layout,” Roman smirked at him.
“I’ll show you the best spot,” Sandy gestured down the corridor.
Roman let his dads enemy lead him down the corridor before he was shown into a neat bedroom.
It was clearly not lived in but it was still pretty enough to definitely be intentionally empty as some kind of guest room.
Sandy watched Roman as it became Roman’s turn to shut the door behind them, even though doing so was probably not necessary.
Roman grinned at Sandy once the door clicked into place.
Internally, he was just happy he’d read everything correctly and this was just going to be sex and not an ambush meeting with Sandy and Stewy and their whole team.
Sandy lazily grinned back.
Roman let his head fall back a bit, showing off his neck.
“You’re a pretty thing,” Sandy murmured as he bridged the gap between them, solidly pressing Roman against the door.
Roman made himself whine, acting as needy as possible to get Sandy to act quicker.
“How much do you want this?” Sandy asked as Roman gripped onto his shoulders, attaching himself to the older man like a limpet.
“So much,” Roman whispered, grinding himself up into Sandy.
Sandy reached down to grind a hand into Roman’s crotch but pulled off him as soon as the contact was first felt as if he’d been stung.
“Oh,” Sandy said.
“Yeah?” Roman smirked at Sandy, pulling Sandy’s hand back. “Do you like that?”
Sandy laughed, closing his eyes for a second, “I forgot.”
“That was the whole point,” Roman replied, rolling his eyes easily as Sandy opened his again.
“Hot,” Sandy revered.
It was Roman’s turn to laugh, “who knew you were such a freak,” Roman said as he moved Sandy’s hand from against his crotch to make him start undoing Roman’s pants, moving his own to do Sandy’s at the same time.
Sandy chuckled humourlessly. “Wait,” Sandy stopped him and stepped back.
“Get on the bed,” Sandy instructed.
Roman was content to do what Sandy had asked, it usually went along quicker if the other person took the control away from him.
Roman followed the instructions and sat on the bed as he watched Sandy take a seat in a plain chair in the corner.
“What do you want me to do?” Roman asked, staring at Sandy.
“Show me how bendy you are,” Sandy replies, Roman isn’t sure if he’s joking or not.
“That’s a figure of speech,” Roman says, referencing how his dad calls him bendy all the time which is where Sandy has gotten the idea from.
“Really?” Sandy raises an eyebrow, “I’ll pretend to not be upset.”
Roman laughs easily. This really isn’t so bad.
Roman takes his trousers off and goes to take his underwear off too but Sandy interjects him before he can even slip his fingers under the elastic band.
“Keep those on.”
Roman nods, “do you have a plan now?”
The lust in Sandy’s eyes is extremely apparent when Roman finishes his question.
“Yes,” Sandy replies and stands up again.
“Pull these up,” Sandy stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at Roman and gesturing at his underwear.
“What?” Roman asks confused. He moves to pull his top up but Sandy stops him by shaking his head.
“Your underwear,” Sandy corrects.
Roman is still super confused. “My-“ Roman goes to ask but Sandy cuts in, “pull it up. Between your pussy lips.”
Roman has to stop himself from gagging hearing those words leave Sandy’s mouth and only barely registers what he’s being asked to actually do.
Give himself a wedgie. In his pussy.
Roman finds the top of each side of his boxers and starts to pull them up, he’s wearing the more comfortable ‘women’ boxer types because ‘man’ boxers don’t work with what he’s got and he won’t wear something uncomfortable just for nobody to see it. Now, however, he wished he did wear the ‘man’ boxers because he’s sure those wouldn’t be so easily to pull up and wedge into him.
“Oh-“ Roman moans. It feels wrong, he wants to pull the fabric out of him but the fabric sliding against his clit makes his head feel lighter, it’s strange how it feels.
Sandy smirks at him like he knows the exact thoughts that have just gone through Roman’s head.
Sandy puts a hand on Roman’s thigh before moving his fingers to brush along Roman’s slit.
He pushes the fabric further into Roman’s pussy, making it expose more of his lips and creating more pain and pleasure against Roman’s clit.
Roman’s sure he’s going to have some sort of fabric burn down there in the morning but right now it’s feels so strangely good, he can’t even begin to make Sandy stop.
Sandy stops tracing over his slit and joins his hands where Roman’s are holding his underwear so far up inside him. Before Roman can protest Sandy is gripping onto the elastic and pulling the fabric impossibly further up. Roman’s whole lips are exposed and the fabric is so deeply inside him he can feel it in his bones.
The sensation is so foreign Roman’s brain feels like it’s short circuiting trying to label it.
Sandy gives him a smug look when Roman takes his own hands off his underwear and moves his right thumb to rub at his clit.
“Please,” Roman begs Sandy and Sandy again defies everything and pulls the underwear even further up.
“Ngh-!” Roman moans loudly, starting to feel an orgasm building up.
At the same moment, Sandy takes Roman’s thumb away from his clit and leans down to start lapping at the tiny amount of fabric separating Roman’s clit from Sandy’s lips.
Roman cums as Sandy’s tongue comes down on his clit particularly harshly.
Sandy pulls away from Roman and lets Roman’s underwear fall somewhat back in place before taking a seat back in the chair and rubbing one out watching Roman come down from his orgasm.
It takes a few minutes before Roman can see clearly and even longer before Roman is able to stand up.
“Are you still attached to those local TV stations?” Roman asks as he is finally able to stand on his two feet without seeing darkness from the corner of his eye.
Sandy laughs but doesn’t answer him.