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Biting his ear had been more to draw out information than anything else. He had seen the battle in those dark eyes between desire and caution and had only meant to tip it further in his favor. He wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised when Felinus pinned his wrists above his head and kissed him without any of his usual restraint.
It had all gone so far off the rails that Felinus couldn’t see it returning back as he palmed the hard cock hidden in baggy jeans and felt the small form shudder and buck into him. But not so far that Felinus lost all control.
“What’s your name,” he breathed, breaking the kiss and holding the arms a little higher to keep him from following.
A wall might as well have been thrown between them as Felinus saw those dark eyes shift from sparkling desire to guarded. He had seen it happen already when he had asked how old he was. There were countless reasons to be careful with how much information you gave another person, particularly to men like Felinus. He had the impression that the avoidance of giving his age was to hide when he had actually turned twenty-five, or perhaps prevent someone doing math to particular events in the city. There were many events that people avoided being connected to in the last thirty years alone.
“Jacob.”
Felinus smirked, wondering how Jacob was related to his actual name and what this increasingly interesting man was hiding. “Okay, Jacob,” he purred, taking his hand away from his crotch and grabbing Jacob’s chin to force it a bit higher. Under his fingers, the pulse fluttered faster. “I’m going to make you a deal. You’re going to keep me company tonight. You get out of the cold, we both have some fun and in the morning, none of this happened. You leave, I fix the latch you broke, and you never do anything like this again. Understood?”
“Jacob” swallowed and Felinus could see him weighing his options before he nodded, slowly and deliberately.
“Good boy,” Felinus praised, growling out the words and feeling Jacob shiver again. “Now, get on your knees.”
* * *
Issac had given dozens of blow jobs when he had used them to make money as an undergrad. They were easy. If you could get past the general smell, taste, and relax your throat enough to take the whole thing in, it rarely lasted very long if you knew what you were doing. The Italian hadn’t given Issac his hands back for very long when he told him to get on his knees. Just enough to get the long, thick cock out of those tailored slacks. Then they were back above his head with the firm instructions to use only his tongue and mouth.
Pressing his tongue against the vein, the cock filled his mouth in one smooth motion, the hands holding him trembling briefly. The Italian kept his downstairs as well-groomed as the rest of him and, while he still smelled and tasted of sweat, it wasn’t overpowering. Short hairs barely tickled Issac’s nose as he bottomed out into Issac’s throat.
“Madonna,” the man groaned, one hand holding both of Issac’s wrists again so he could feel himself against Issac’s throat. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you, baby boy?”
Issac tried not to think about the pet name too deeply he moved along the length, alternating pressure with his tongue and lips. He had come to the decision when the mobster suggested the “deal” that he’d turn off all other parts of his brain and pretend that he didn’t know the deep shit he was in. When the sun was back up, he’d tell himself off in the shower for being so stupid, put a huge X over any part of town he might possibly run into this guy again, and carry on like he always did. Right now, he would let himself pull whatever enjoyment out of the night he could and he did, somehow, still feel pleasure giving oral despite his last experience with it five years ago.
The man was close. Issac could tell by how he was breathing that he was. Just a few more-
The cock pulled back out of Issac’s mouth with a wet, vulgar pop.
“Not so fast, baby boy,” he panted above Issac and Issac looked up to see heated hazel eyes staring down at him. “We have all night, remember?”
Issac couldn’t think of how to respond before he was lifted to his feet by his wrists and they were kissing again. Somehow it was even better than the first one as his thigh was pulled up to the mobster’s hip and he moaned as they pressed into each other. It was like a fog filled his head as he was pulled away from the crates. Issac had only been drunk once and never high, having neither the time, money, or desire to spend on them for pleasure but he thought this was what it must be like as hands continued to roam over him, lips and teeth sucking and biting not only at his lips but his neck and chest as they moved through the stacks.
Eventually, though he wasn’t completely sure how or when, they were in the office where Issac had had his interview, no signs of the man who had been tied up below besides a tarp and a still plugged-in floodlight.
The Italian’s tie looped over Issac’s wrists as he bent Issac over the table in the center of the room, his jeans and underwear moved out of the way.
Teeth pressed into Issac’s shoulder as lubed fingers pressed into him, just one at first then additional until the only answers he could give were one syllable or less.
He had half expected the Italian to be a selfish lover, taking the parts that brought him pleasure with no additional attention to Issac’s. But the opposite seemed to be true as Issac was worked over to wave after wave of pleasure, additional fingers entering him until he came from nothing more than penetration.
Another soft laugh and teasing whispers in his ear, red from teeth and Issac’s own flush. He was pulled up to where he could see his reflection in the dark glass of the office window with the taller man behind him. “I want you to watch yourself, baby boy,” he whispered as the fingers pulled out and a hard round head pressed in as a hand wrapped around his throat, not to choke him this time but to keep his head straight. “Watch as I go into you.”
Issac couldn’t recognize himself as he gasped and moaned, the thick length going into him somehow feeling longer than it had in his mouth. It felt like watching a porno but with the added pleasure of what he was seeing mirroring what he could feel.
“Keep watching,” the Italian ordered, two fingers slipping into Issac’s mouth as his hips started to move.
Issac did, watching as his dripping cock grew hard once more; the fingers in his mouth playing with his tongue and the mouth on his neck making more round red marks. There was a shift in the angle and Issac screamed with a pleasure he had never thought possible, unrelenting with each thrust until he came again.
“Twice already and without being touched, baby boy,” the man teased him as Issac head fell back against his shoulder. “You are very sensitive.” Teeth grazed raw skin sending a shudder through Issac. “I like that. Buckle up, baby boy, because I’m far from done with you.”
