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They’re sat in a booth, smooth PVC beneath them, not that they are taking any notice as they knock back another shot before refilling their glasses with their second Black Rose pitcher that just made its way to the table via an incredibly sculpted, blonde model waiter.
‘This place hasn’t changed one bit’ Marco thinks to himself, dragging his eyes away from “fit waiter”’s peachy arse.
“He’s your pick then?” Mats raises an eyebrow, quite impressed really.
“Is that okay?” Marco raises his head, smirking but blushing at the same time. He hopes the darkness and the violet lighting will disguise it- how wrong he is. Mats was half hard watching Marco checking out “fit waiter”, that blush just made his tight pants harder to deal with.
“He’s available in half an hour. We’ll have to amuse ourselves until then. Shall I tell you what I have planned, or do you want to be... let’s say, held in suspense?”
Marco’s eyes widen, “Is that a hint, Mats?” a sly grin appearing across his features.
Mats leans in so he’s mere centimetres from Marco’s face, he whispers “wait and see” as his lips brush Marco’s hairline around his temple. Marco feels Mats’ smile upon his skin and he leans into him needing much more contact- Mats leaves a little kiss at Marco’s temple before paying closer attention to Marco’s parted lips.
‘It’s been ages since we’ve had a snogging sesh.’ Marco thinks to himself, all giddy from the alcohol and the hot waiter’s arse and Mats’ lips and tongue. He hasn’t felt this confident in a very long time. Though it started out very fake, as the plans unfolded, the alcohol took hold and Mats got calmer instead of angrier- he thinks to himself. ‘I like where this is heading”
“I’ve missed this, Mats. You make me feel amazing. I’m really glad you brought me here.”
Mats looks straight back into Marco’s eyes, his eyes wide and happy and dilated, “Me too, babe.”
They both lean in, desperate for more of each other, their pitcher long since finished and forgotten about as they kiss and giggle every time they come up for air.
The music turns raunchier as the night goes on, dancers take to the poles surrounding the perimeter of the club-
“This is our que, babe” Mats whispers, pulling Marco up from the PVC booth, steadying the both of them, Mats guides Marco over to a pitch-black door that completely blended in with the wall surrounding it.
Marco stumbled through, wondering what kind of dimension Mats has brought him to…
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“Our evening is just getting started, babe. You ready?”
Marco nods, so incredibly ready to have no pants on like now.
Mats smirks, leaning in to kiss his forehead, he guides Marco backwards into a full body harness.
As the straps around Marco’s wrists and ankles get tighter, he feels himself lifting up into the air, his naked body cradled by strategically placed fabric exposing his entire body gorgeously for Mats and “fit waiter”, who along with not noticing he had become completely naked, Marco hadn’t realised “fit waiter” has appeared and is standing mere inches away, staring right at him.
“what’s your name, fittie?”
Laughing, he replies “You can call me that if you like, Marco”
“Lukasz, do whatever you want with him, just don’t let him come.”
Mats walks over to Marco, brushing his fingers through Marco’s sweaty hair, as he leans in his grip tightens, pulling slightly but enough or Marco to respond well,
“That’s my job, tonight.” He smirks predatorially.
Lukasz smiles, nods and is all over Marco’s neck immediately. Pulling frustrated moans and begs from Marco within minutes, ‘fittie’ is definitely bruising Marco’s neck, attentively bruising his skin as he roams Marco’s lower half teasingly with his soft, strong hands.
Marco isn’t thinking anymore, and it’s glorious. Feeling this hard, feeling this pain, this level of want, this intensity and this free and this I need to come right now but not wanting it to be over all at the same damn time- “I’m close again!”. He fidgets with the ties and swings slightly in the air, lets out a broken moan as Lukasz removes his mouth from Marco’s bright pink hole and his hand from his leaking cock, as Mats scratches his pointy nails from Marco’s shoulder blades right down to his glowing red arse cheeks.
Lukasz strokes a sticky hand under Marco’s chin, holding his face up so they can make dazed eye contact,
“you wanna get me off again?” Lukasz asks, though he’s not really asking…
Marco nods anyway, as Lukasz wastes no time in pushing his dick between Marco’s plump, bitten lips.
He doesn’t have the strength to move his head so he puts all his effort into using his tongue and he lets Lukasz do the rest, moving his hips, abusing Marco’s mouth.
All while Mats is feathering kisses over Lukasz’s shoulder as he makes eye contact with Marco, they’re both loving this moment, Lukasz is in ecstasy between them but their connection is stronger than ever.
Lukasz comes with no warning, purposely, wanting Marco to take all his come.
He leans into Mats chest as he orgasms, Mats turning his attention to “fittie’s” mouth for a very messy, open mouthed kiss, prompting a small groan from Marco.
“Can I come now? Both of you have gotten off twice!!” He whines
Mats and Lukasz smile at each other, turning to Marco in unison- “Sure” they both purr at him.
Marco doesn’t know if he’s alive or dead, his breath is so ragged, his whines begging for relief, he’s sure this harness is gonna break any second he’s fighting so hard with the fabric, with his body-
"I'm gonna-"
Lukasz imediately freezes where he is, letting Mats take complete control of Marco's pleasure
Then just like that he’s there, completely coming undone,
His arsehole clenching around Mats, his dick buried in Lukasz’s throat
Sobbing with relief, shaking, sweating, his whole body melting as he feels himself literally and mentally floating.
He doesn’t have a clue if he’s screaming or if he’s chanting in his mind but all he can hear is
‘Everything is perfect. Everything is perfect. Everything is perfect’… In this moment.