*All characters are 18+, and this is a work of fiction.*
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**Brief summary:** ***[Garrett](https://www.reddit.com/u/bing_bang_b0ng/s/cg7isMZ7fe) was sought out by [Victor](https://www.reddit.com/u/bing_bang_b0ng/s/3rm05t24fl), the CFO of TannerCorp, to work for him. But Victor wanted more, and the two of them are now a couple in secret. Victor has some kinks Garrett has never explored before…***
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I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I wanted Victor so strongly that I could hardly breathe. Before I could make contact, he stretched back to the nightstand and pulled out a white towel for cleanup, placing it next to him on the bed.
I knew his skin would be sensitive, almost raw, so I had to be careful. However, the things I wanted to do were far from careful.
“You get on top of me,” I breathed, sitting down next to him, still pitching a silk tent.
“Mmm, I like it when you tell me what to do,” he breathed onto my neck. Then he swung his leg over and straddled me, his own erection meeting mine as his lips came to a rest just an inch from my own. I held him by his hips.
I felt the tufts of his hair on my forehead, my own hair tied up in a bun, still wet from the shower. Both of us were breathing hard, living in the magic of anticipation. If he wanted me to tell him what to do, I could do that.
“Grab my dick, Victor,” I told him in a gruff voice. I heard him gasp, his eyes fluttering as he reached down.
“Yes, sir,” was his reply. I felt one hand tug at my waistband, and his other hand reached to grab my shaft. I was dripping in precum, so his fingers slipped around my cockhead with ease.
“Very good, Victor,” I grunted in encouragement. He was grinding his hips forward, as hard as I was in his own pants.
So I took my hands off his hips and dove into his silk pants. The smooth skin on his pubic mound caught me by surprise, even though I was the one who had shaved him. Like mine, his dick was slick with precum as I squeezed it in my hand.
“I think I’m already very close,” Victor warned in a whisper. “That was a very… intimate experience.”
“I agree,” I breathed as he worked his hands on me. “I’m close, too.”
“Do you want to make it last?” His voice was like honey, slow and smooth and sticky.
What I wanted to was to pump a hot load down his throat. *But I don’t mind edging for a while,* I thought.
“Let’s make it last,” I hissed, tugging on his wet shaft again.
“Good answer.” He stroked me, too, the heads of our cocks centimeters apart.
I felt the weight of his body lift off of me, and Victor slowly dropped to his knees before me. He looked up at me with a sense of wonderment, almost an innocence, as though he were worshipping at my feet. All at once, I was overcome with emotions, and I felt short of breath.
“Take your pants off, Garrett,” he said in a low voice, and then he licked his lips.
So I lifted myself off the bed enough to slide the silk pants down past my thighs, and Victor helped pull them down and off. My erection was practically throbbing, and Victor’s gaze became focused, like a hawk eyeing its pray.
He sat up on his heels and leaned forward; I could feel his hot breath on my dick. I was almost moaning in anticipation, just waiting for the release of his touch. But he was taking his time. With the slowest, most sensual pace, he slid his hands up my legs, then up my thighs. But he didn’t touch my cock.
Victor then leaned down, and I thought he was finally going to take me into his mouth. Instead, his lips kissed each thigh three times. He was being very careful not to touch me where I wanted it the most.
“Ohh,” I breathed, shaking, “Victor…”
“Yes, darling?” His eyes flashed up to mine. The heat from his palms was radiating into the soft inner parts of my thighs, and I knew I was still leaking steadily.
“You’re drying me crazy,” I whispered with a grin.
After biting his lip and raising an eyebrow, he simply replied, “Good.”
I was grabbing hold of the sheets for dear life, but I took a moment to unbutton my silk shirt, exposing my whole body once more. Then I watched as Victor did the same.
“Let your hair down,” he instructed me.
“Maybe once you suck my dick,” I replied, reminding him that I was still in control—this time.
“Maybe once you let your hair down… sir.” His eyes narrowed as he spoke, a devious glint piercing through.
“Ah, but I followed your instructions to the letter in the steam room, *sir.*”
And suddenly, Victor leaned forward, and, finally, his lips wrapped around the head of my dripping dick, and his sensuous tongue began to glide and massage in circles.
“Holy shit!” I yelped, grabbing fistfuls of satin sheets for stability once more. I reached up and pulled my hair tie out, and my long, wet hair came cascading down. The tips were cool on my shoulders, a stark contrast to the warmth that radiated from Victor’s mouth onto my dick.
His fingers wrapped around my shaft as his eyes met mine. I watched as he bobbed, slowly, along the length of my dick. The intense stimulation was making my knees shake, and within seconds, I could feel the building climax’s slow approach.
“Shit,” I breathed. “I’m close already. Sit down.” I gently grabbed Victor’s face and pulled it up to meet me, and I kissed him. His lips were wet, and I swore I could taste my precum on his tongue.
In one motion, I stood up and spun us both around, and then I lightly pushed his shoulders downward until he was seated on the bed.
“Take off your pants, Victor.”
In a few seconds, Victor was totally nude, and I slowly sank to my knees. His thick cockhead glistened with the excess of precum that flowed from its tip. Those green eyes of him were hungry, waiting for me to pleasure him.
*But if he can be a tease…*
So I did what he did. I slowly slid my hands up his legs, his thighs, listening to his breath shuddering as I went. There were some semi-uncomfortable grunts and gasps as I kissed up and down his thighs.
“Please,” he whispered.
I looked into his eyes again, and I tucked my hair behind my right ear. “Please, what, Victor?” I was turning myself on talking to him in this way, and I hoped it had the same effect on him.
“Please, suck my cock, Garrett,” he said more firmly.
I followed his instructions again, and I made contact first with my tongue, lapping up his precum and eliciting a soft moan. Gripping his shaft at the base, I took him an inch at a time into my mouth, opening my jaw wider to accommodate the girth of his head.
“Oh, mmm—“ Victor’s voice was softening, like he was melting away at the touch of my tongue.
I slowly slid back up to his head, and I flitted my eyes up to meet his. He was biting his lip, as if stifling a moan. I closed my eyes and got back to work, spiraling my tongue and stroking him leisurely, almost lazily.
But it didn’t seem to matter how fast or slow I went, because Victor suddenly gasped and hissed, “Wait!”
So I let go of him and he fell out of my mouth. I looked up at him, his face contorting, as he gasped and shook. I worried I had unintentionally taken him past the edge, but there was no explosion, nor were there any full-body convulsions.
“We’re good,” he whispered, rubbing the back of his head and ruffling his hair a bit. “I got too into it.”
I chuckled. “I did, too.”
He reached down with one hand and ran his fingers through my hair, sending spider-like tingles across my entire body.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” As he spoke, the entire world went silent, apart from a sharp ringing in my ear, followed by my heartbeat and my heavy breathing.
“Vi-“ I stared up at him, transfixed, unable to speak. It wasn’t the first time he’d complimented me, but I felt overwhelmed by his sincerity. Again, I almost felt guilty for ever doubting him.
“I mean it,” he whispered. “Come here.”
I stood up, and he pulled me in for a kiss, quickly whirling me back around to a seated position. He laid me back and his smooth body was on top of mine almost instantly. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to kiss him more, and I could feel his saliva-wet cock sliding against mine.
The stimulation was almost too much, and I tried my best to hold back an orgasm, especially since I didn’t want to stain the fresh sheets. But the heat radiating from Victor’s body down into mine was the right mix of comforting and arousing, and I felt myself pushing my hips up onto him.
“Mmm,” he groaned before slithering his tongue back into my mouth.
I was getting short of breath again, overcome by how hot Victor was—both physically and temperature-wise. Our dicks were dancing a dangerous tango, squeezed close together as they wiggled and writhed. A combination of saliva and precum made it so our cocks were perfectly lubricated, the pink heads squishing together repeatedly.
“Ohh, Victor,” I moaned as his fingertips massaged my scalp.
“I don’t think I can make it much longer,” he admitted, sitting up, but keeping our penises connected.
“Let’s rub them together,” I suggested. “We can finish together.”
“I like that idea, Garrett,” he replied in a whisper with furrowed brows. This was a Victor who needed his balls drained.
After shaving him, which was like edging in its own right, I was moments away from a powerful explosion, and I knew Victor was, too. So I sat up, and Victor put his hands on my shoulders to lift himself up enough to straddle me.
I wasted no time, grabbing our dicks in one hand. As I squeezed and stroked us, a heavy flow of precum oozed down onto my hand. I attempted to keep it slow for a moment, but as Victor stared into my eyes, I felt my hand going faster and faster, jerking us hungrily. I wanted to cum. I wanted him to cum.
Both of Victor’s hands were slung around my shoulders and neck, and his hips bounced subtly with each of my strokes. The electric heat was rising inside of me; I was very close, now.
“Uhh, mmm,” Victor’s breathy moans were rapid. “Oh, fuck.”
“Does that feel good?” I asked, trying to stave off my own orgasm for a bit longer.
“Everything you do feels good,” he groaned.
He reached down and wrapped his fingers around our shafts, too, and the two us began our final climactic approach. Staring into my eyes, Victor’s sporadic breaths were hot, and I couldn’t help but smile at how much I enjoyed him. With one hand in my hair, and one hand on our dicks, Victor bit down on his lower lip, his eyes barely open.
“I’m—“ He grunted, and I saw his eyes flash downward, so I followed his gaze just in time to watch as a thick, white eruption exploded from the head of his cock. “Ohh! Oh my god! Unnghh!”
And soon, my orgasm hit, and even more hot nut came raining down onto us. The room started to go white as intense waves took over every sense.
“Shit!” I hissed, still cumming. Our hands were still flying, as smaller ropes shot out, falling down into me.
Suddenly I worried our excessive semen would drop down onto the bed, but Victor seemed way ahead of me. He reached over for the towel, and in one motion, he slid his body off of mine and caught the cum tsunami before it flooded the black satin.
I stood up, and as the final moments of orgasm subsided, I started to laugh as my body filled with dopamine and serotonin.
“What’s funny?” Victor cocked his head, gently wiping his torso with the towel.
“I don’t even know. I’m just really happy,” I replied. He handed me the wet towel, and I did my best to wipe off.
“Mm,” he smiled. “I’m really happy, too. And tomorrow evening, we can go in that other room and explore some new territory together. You’re such a quick learner, I have no doubt you’ll step into that role just fine.”
*What will that cleanup look like?* I wondered. Wax was different from semen, or body hair, or lube. I was very curious of the best strategies to remove wax from skin. And I hoped I hadn’t accidentally missed some hair to be revealed when removing the wax.
“Let us go rinse off in the shower once more, and then would you mind applying some more moisturizer and balm, please?”
Under the shower water, he held me from behind, placing gentle kisses on my spine. The warm water cascaded down onto us, and I closed my eyes in his arms. I wondered if he’d ever want to shave me. If I were to ever be the one receiving the wax, I’d almost certainly have to. And if it was anywhere near as arousing as shaving Victor had been, I knew I was in for a treat.
We dried off, and I put my hair back up. As I applied the moisturizer to Victor, I marveled at just how soft and smooth his skin was. I longed to kiss every inch of him, but that could wait until the next morning; I didn’t want to get the moisturizer on my lips.
Then we made our way back to the bedroom and slipped on our pajamas.
“Would you like a snack?” He asked, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the kitchen.
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As we settled in for bed, Victor put his head on my chest. His left hand twirled in my chest hair as we lay in the dark.
“Thank you for doing that,” he said suddenly. “I know it’s a bit of a daunting task. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable, but you’re just someone I can see so much potential in. Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but I get the sense that you… hold back.”
“What do you mean?” Part of me was offended, internally, but I knew he was probably right.
“I think you just hold yourself back, maybe out of fear—like, you mentioned how you don’t like big emotions or anger or sadness. I’m sure that extends to other areas of your life. So what I’m getting at is that I knew you’d be great, but if I hadn’t, essentially, forced you to shave me, would you have done it?”
I thought for a moment, recalling the intense reservations I’d felt as soon as the ivory-handled razor was in my hand.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I guess you’re right… I needed some convincing, didn’t I?” I realized how often I let fear control my actions. Was I limiting myself? And was Victor the key to unlocking a new, braver side of myself?
“Trust in yourself, Garrett. The way I trust in you.”
*I think I love him,* I thought to myself. But it was still so soon. If we ever said that word to each other, I wanted it to be special. To mean something. But for now, I really, really liked Victor. I really, *really* liked the way his body made mine feel, too.
We both began to drift off eventually. Poor Victor had to go to work, but I had his mansion to myself the next day. I figured his staff would be there, but other than the drivers and Karoline, I didn’t know everyone very well.
*Maybe I’ll introduce myself,* I pondered as sleep finally took hold of me.