"I'm the one doing what's illegal." Jack points out with a long sigh. That was the truth of the situation and how the police usually came at the situation too. The prostitute more likely to go to jail that their abuser.
He didn't know what else to do as the singer went through bouts of shock and anger. He just wrapped his arms around him and held him. He pressed a kiss to his wet hair and shrugged. "They can get a lot of money selling a virgin's first time. It's how a lot of us end up working the streets to start with. We get thrown out or run away."
There was no sense in hiding the truth from the singer. It probably was for the best. It wouldn't be unheard of for Hunter to come looking some day and find out from the others that Jack had been knifed or killed in the streets.
Jack pulled away and stroked the singers shoulders. "You can be here tonight. This is the life I have to live. Not everyone's at the top."
Jack just accepted his life after so long in it. His eye was a casualty of things too, damaged from a beating but the patch gave him some ability to terrorize some of the rougher clients.
"I know---sorry, I just, I suppose I'm not used to your cruel, harsh world, Jack. I like you, I really do and well, I want to be with you."
Hunter knew what he was getting himself into when hooking up with Jack back at the dive bar. All his rock star friends had warned him that getting in bed with a prostitute wasn't the best idea. Hunter, being himself, had ignored them and followed his heart but not his head. Fuck them. He wanted Jack and now? He was delving into a world he knew nothing about and it wasn't pretty. It was gritty and horrific but real. Very real. Jack's world.
"Not everyone can be at the top....I know. My life compared to yours? I feel guilty for what you have to go through everyday. You poor love."
Nuzzling his lips against Jack's chest, Hunter kissed the wet skin there and slowly looked up at the handsome red head. How could anyone harm such a beautiful man? The singer gently wrapped his arms around Jack and began massaging his buttocks slowly. Even if they shared this night alone together, Hunter wanted to try and ease Jack's pain away.
"Do you want to wash more or shall we go back to the bedroom?"
He wanted to give Jack the choice. If the red head wanted to wash more then he would let him but Hunter didn't want to let go. Not now. He wanted to be close to Jack, feeling his heartbeat against his own and pressing his lips to his skin.
"I'm not used to anyone caring that it's harsh." That was honest and why he was confused. "Most people think we can do something to get out if we just wanted to or tried harder."
Jack leaned into Hunter and the close, gentle contact. It leaves him with another heavy sigh and a shrug. "It started when I was a kid. No one wants a son in feminine clothes embarrassing them."
He didn't know why he felt like telling Hunter all of this, he just did. It felt good and it felt safe. Two things he rarely had. "My family threw me on the streets before I finished school."
Then he was trying to put it out of his mind and focus on the lips and hands on his body. Looking down at the shorter blond he laughs a little. "I know you want to go to bed and get your hands on my legs. I saw you staring all last night."
Hunter had no other words for Jack's plight so instead closed his eyes as he leant his forehead against Jack's wet chest and sighed. It was so fucking wrong that he had to experience all this shit in Hunter's eyes. The cruelty of social norms. He knew all about those.
"I can partially relate to that since my parents didn't want me in a rock band. They thought all my friends were gay and think I'm gay too, even if I am. They just don't like it that I dress strangely in their eyes and go out to queer bars. I said fuck it and just did what I wanted to do since I can sing and play guitar. If I wear make-up and wear women's perfume then so fucking what? It's my life."
His hands drifted lower to stroke along Jack's long, pale thighs, just gently. Not going anywhere near Jack's crotch yet. He wanted to touch that last.
"Imagine if they saw you now.. in a hotel being gay with a prostitute." Jack says trying to turn things a little more light hearted and back to something less gut wrenching.
He rubs his hand over Hunter's torso and smiles. "My parents would hate me more now knowing I like men and look like a woman." He laughs it off though.
"Mmm... " Jack takes a much more relaxed breath. "If I lay down you can touch more of my legs."
"I don't care what they think. If I like cock and ass then it's my fucking business."
Hunter giggled a little as he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with one of the fresh towels on the rack. If Jack wanted to slip into one of the many robes then he could. Once Hunter had dried himself, he slipped back into his leopard print robe, not bothering to tie the waist this time.
Walking up to Jack he pressed a kiss to the other man's cheek and then sauntered back into the bedroom. Rummaging around in his bag, he pulled out a block of coke and began cutting some lines out for both of them to take if Jack wanted.
"I've got some coke out here. We can enjoy getting high before doing anything if you want, love."
"It's my business tonight." Jack joked and patted Hunter's ass as he stepped out.
Jack did spend some time in the shower to finish up cleaning. The shower was divine. He did eventually come out and dry off throwing on whatever thinner fabric, silky robe there might be.
"I'd love a line of two." Jack mentions as he walks over, placing a kiss just behind Hunter's ear.
The pat on the ass got Hunter grinning as he began cutting the block up into a couple of lines. Enough so that both men could have at least one or two since the rock star wasn't stingy with his coke supply. He arranged the lines neatly on the table and then offered Jack a sultry glance. That kiss behind his ear got the singer to shiver with pleasure slightly because it tickled.
"I have plenty of coke so help yourself. Tell me, Jack. What do you like in bed?"
It was a question Hunter had wanted to ask Jack ever since he met him back at the bar. Being a man of the night, the singer guessed that he was skilled in most sexual arts. Hunter himself being quite experienced with other men.
Jack didn't hesitate at the offer and took too lines with little pause between. The question though had him pausing to stare curiously at the rockstar. Then he shrugged almost disinterested.
"I'm not picky." Jack tells him. "I'm in a job that acclimated you to almost everything."
Jack did have some limits but he rarely had any reason to think about what he liked. He just learned to like, or at least appear as if he liked, anything a client asked for the the point that the question almost didn't make sense.
Taking his two lines of coke, Hunter snorted them both up and closed his eyes in pleasure to enjoy the euphoric high he was going to enter in. Glancing back up to Jack he frowned a little as he played with the hem of his robe a little. Was it perhaps the man knew nothing else than to pleasure others and not think of himself? It was a sad thought indeed.
"Well, tonight I want us to enjoy each other but I also want to treat you like a person, Jack. Not an item or a used condom to be thrown into the bin once used. That's fucking wrong in my opinion."
This had been Hunter's view of Jack ever since hooking up with him at the bar. Ignoring all his friends' warnings about dating a prostitute and doing what he wanted. Sliding his hand up Jack's arm slowly, Hunter moved in closer; his big brown eyes now dilated due to the coke.
"It's not that everyone treats me like garbage." Jack sighed. "They come to me and pay for what they want. My job is to provide that to them, even when they do treat me like a person."
Jack was suddenly nervous and part of him wanted to leave. In some ways, being asked these things and treated this way was more uncomfortable than being roughed up. He looks down at where Hunter is touching him and shrugs again.
"What do you like in bed?" He realizes acutely in the moment that he is more comfortable providing what Hunter wants rather than trying to think about what he likes. He doesn't know the answer to that question, no really.
Hunter wasn't sure how to proceed with asking Jack what he liked since it obviously made the man uncomfortable. The singer was good at reading people most of the time, facial expressions and the like, being in a band and being the leader. It was his job to make sure everyone was happy in the band so Hunter knew when someone was upset without them even saying so. It was just the dynamic they had.
"Even so. I won't treat you like garbage. As for what I like?"
He wanted to make Jack feel a little more comfortable so stopped with the probing questions and pressed a kiss to the other man's cheek, slowly moving his lips down to ghost against Jack's neck.
"I enjoy my cock being sucked. A bit of bondage, spanking, anal sex receiving and giving. Biting, nails, rough sex. Also toys. Things like that."
It was quite a list but Hunter knew Jack might chose some of his choices and this pleased him. Yet, part of the singer wanted to know Jack more intimately. The man behind the job.
Jack leaned into those lips and sighed. This was more comfortable too.
"I like most of those." Jack agreed. "Except anything that is like hitting, even spanking."
Jack had too much trauma from being abused to find that erotic any longer. He leaned in closer, lips pressing to Hunter's collar bone.
"You must dream about my teeth." He bit, pressing the sharp augmented teeth to the other man's chest. They weren't always noticeable since they were bicuspid implants instead of the usual canines. A bit of surprise for his clients.
"Whatever you're comfortable with, love. I wouldn't spank you if you don't like it."
Then he was arching up and hissing in pleasure at those tiny fangs pressing against his skin. Oh. Those were different. Hunter gasping and then sliding both arms inside of Jack's robe, pulling the other man closer while he noticed that eye. It was all bloodshot and looked damage. A client had beaten him up perhaps? Hunter didn't want to think about that as he was enjoying Jack's teeth too much.
"Oh---those fangs of yours. They feel so good. I like it when you bite me."
The singer pushed his body against Jack's as he began lapping up just beneath his lover's ear, close to the jaw line.
Jack worked his way up Hunter's neck, a mix of soft lips and sharp bites. "Hmm... where would you like to feel them?"
Jack's previous discomfort melted away. This was where he felt comfortable. He pressed thier bodies flush to each other. His hand sliding along the singer's chest and shoulder, nails brushing over his skin but not leaving any marks or pain. Jack filed them into almond shapes that left them nearly pointed.
"Mm....everywhere. They're so---ah--so sharp and prickly. I do like nips to my inner thighs."
Hunter began moaning softly at the little nips and grazing of Jack's lips on his flushed skin. Sliding his skin against Jack's, Hunter reached around to caress his lover's ass, feeling those buttocks under his fingers. Another soft moan and Hunter's cock was nearly at half mast, getting fuller and thicker by the second, rubbing against Jack's thigh.
"Oh Jack---"
The singer began sucking on Jack's Adam's Apple as he huffed softly against the taller man's skin. Was he loving this? Oh yes.
"Maybe I'll bite my way to your cock if you ask nice enough." Jack teased as he shoved his thigh up between his lover's legs.
Jack was starting to get aroused and bucked against Hunter as he felt the hands exploring his ass. He got a handful of hair and pulled his head to the side so he could get more teeth on his skin, biting a little harder.
Hunter ground down on that thigh between his leg because it felt so good nudging against his growing erection causing the singer to gasp once more. Jack was pressing all the right buttons and eliciting pleasured gasps and moans from the singer. Then his hair was being pulled and he was being bitten. That got an even louder moan.
"Oh--"
The blond's hands were now roaming over Jack's pale smooth chest, feeling the skin under his rough guitarist's hands, as he gently rubbed a nipple with his forefinger.
"And if I do..." Jack bit his collar bone. "...what will you do for me?"
Jack let out a gasp while pushing his growing erection into Hunter, shifting to grind their cocks together. His bites drifting lower until he can flick his tongue over Hunter's nipple. Moaning loudly as the arousal increases.
"Why don't you take that robe off and find somewhere comfortable?"
Hunter's breath coming out in rasping pants as he slid his cock against Jack's, feeling that wonderful friction of cock against cock. The bite to the nipple caused the Swede to buck into Jack's body, gasping and biting his lower lip. It was then he was moving away towards the bed, offering a sultry glance back to his lover, as he slipped his robe off his toned body, climbing onto the bed and placing his hands above his head. It looked very erotic with his legs splayed, showing his full erect cock, swollen bobbing between his legs.
"Come and get me, big boy. You want to bite and suck me?"
He's almost disappointed to have the rocker slip away but that look has him following to the bed. He let his own robe slide off just as he mover to kneel between Hunter's calves. It put his nearly erect, large cock on full display to his lover. Fingers and nails trailing down the other man's shins he shakes his head.
"You're the one that wants the bites and to thrust your cock into my mouth. I could just sit here and tease while watching you squirm."
His hands glided off Hunter's calves and onto his own legs. He doesn't stop in until on hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking to get it fully erect. He wants to suck but there's no rush when he's not on a time limit, like usual.
Just watching Jack's own huge cock bobbing between his legs caused the singer's breath to hitch in the back of his throat. Looking at just how large the other man was. Fuck, that was a big cock. Jack was a lucky man to have such a big endowment, no doubt helping fulfil his clients.
"You're so fucking big, sweetie. I wonder what it's like to have such a huge, fat cock like that up my own ass."
It was a tease accompanied by a lick of his lips since Hunter wasn't sure if Jack liked to dom his clients or preferred to be sub. Either way, the singer wanted every part of the other man touching him. Would Jack make him squirm? The very thought caused a throb of desire to shoot between his legs, as he shifted a little on the bed just watching with heavy-lidded eyes.
Jack wasn't particularly dom but he couldn't ignore the hungry look that came with the comment. "Do you want to come over here and ride it?"
Jack puts his hands back on Hunter's legs, sliding the palms up the inside of them almost to the top while leaning forward. It left him perched on hands and knees, hands gripping the singer's thighs and his head hovering over his crotch. Though Jack's eyes were up in the other man's face, watching his reactions.
"You look good sprawled out here, hard and wanting me."
"What would you say if I said I wanted it sliding up my ass, stretching me open?"
Hunter wanted this now. But first he wanted his cock sucked by those delicious lips of Jack's. The singer groaned when he felt those hands grip his thighs and that mouth ever so close to his throbbing cock. His breath coming in needy pants as he looked up at Jack with lust-filled eyes.
"I want your mouth on me so badly, love. Suck me. Make me moan."
The singer bringing up a hand to caress at Jack's face, touching along his jaw and then sliding a finger along his lips playfully.
Though still lusty, it was a serious question that would tell him how to proceed. Jack didn't want to hurt the singer in the process. "Otherwise, I'd say you need to lube up that ass of yours and come over here."
"I'm sure you do want my tongue all over you." He smiled and then bit the finger brushing over his lips. Then he slipped his mouth over that finger, sucking on, tongue flicking over the skin.
"You'll have to get your fingers out of my mouth if you want me to fill it with your cock."
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He didn't know what else to do as the singer went through bouts of shock and anger. He just wrapped his arms around him and held him. He pressed a kiss to his wet hair and shrugged. "They can get a lot of money selling a virgin's first time. It's how a lot of us end up working the streets to start with. We get thrown out or run away."
There was no sense in hiding the truth from the singer. It probably was for the best. It wouldn't be unheard of for Hunter to come looking some day and find out from the others that Jack had been knifed or killed in the streets.
Jack pulled away and stroked the singers shoulders. "You can be here tonight. This is the life I have to live. Not everyone's at the top."
Jack just accepted his life after so long in it. His eye was a casualty of things too, damaged from a beating but the patch gave him some ability to terrorize some of the rougher clients.
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Hunter knew what he was getting himself into when hooking up with Jack back at the dive bar. All his rock star friends had warned him that getting in bed with a prostitute wasn't the best idea. Hunter, being himself, had ignored them and followed his heart but not his head. Fuck them. He wanted Jack and now? He was delving into a world he knew nothing about and it wasn't pretty. It was gritty and horrific but real. Very real. Jack's world.
"Not everyone can be at the top....I know. My life compared to yours? I feel guilty for what you have to go through everyday. You poor love."
Nuzzling his lips against Jack's chest, Hunter kissed the wet skin there and slowly looked up at the handsome red head. How could anyone harm such a beautiful man? The singer gently wrapped his arms around Jack and began massaging his buttocks slowly. Even if they shared this night alone together, Hunter wanted to try and ease Jack's pain away.
"Do you want to wash more or shall we go back to the bedroom?"
He wanted to give Jack the choice. If the red head wanted to wash more then he would let him but Hunter didn't want to let go. Not now. He wanted to be close to Jack, feeling his heartbeat against his own and pressing his lips to his skin.
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Jack leaned into Hunter and the close, gentle contact. It leaves him with another heavy sigh and a shrug. "It started when I was a kid. No one wants a son in feminine clothes embarrassing them."
He didn't know why he felt like telling Hunter all of this, he just did. It felt good and it felt safe. Two things he rarely had. "My family threw me on the streets before I finished school."
Then he was trying to put it out of his mind and focus on the lips and hands on his body. Looking down at the shorter blond he laughs a little. "I know you want to go to bed and get your hands on my legs. I saw you staring all last night."
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Hunter had no other words for Jack's plight so instead closed his eyes as he leant his forehead against Jack's wet chest and sighed. It was so fucking wrong that he had to experience all this shit in Hunter's eyes. The cruelty of social norms. He knew all about those.
"I can partially relate to that since my parents didn't want me in a rock band. They thought all my friends were gay and think I'm gay too, even if I am. They just don't like it that I dress strangely in their eyes and go out to queer bars. I said fuck it and just did what I wanted to do since I can sing and play guitar. If I wear make-up and wear women's perfume then so fucking what? It's my life."
His hands drifted lower to stroke along Jack's long, pale thighs, just gently. Not going anywhere near Jack's crotch yet. He wanted to touch that last.
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He rubs his hand over Hunter's torso and smiles. "My parents would hate me more now knowing I like men and look like a woman." He laughs it off though.
"Mmm... " Jack takes a much more relaxed breath. "If I lay down you can touch more of my legs."
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Hunter giggled a little as he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with one of the fresh towels on the rack. If Jack wanted to slip into one of the many robes then he could. Once Hunter had dried himself, he slipped back into his leopard print robe, not bothering to tie the waist this time.
Walking up to Jack he pressed a kiss to the other man's cheek and then sauntered back into the bedroom. Rummaging around in his bag, he pulled out a block of coke and began cutting some lines out for both of them to take if Jack wanted.
"I've got some coke out here. We can enjoy getting high before doing anything if you want, love."
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Jack did spend some time in the shower to finish up cleaning. The shower was divine. He did eventually come out and dry off throwing on whatever thinner fabric, silky robe there might be.
"I'd love a line of two." Jack mentions as he walks over, placing a kiss just behind Hunter's ear.
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"I have plenty of coke so help yourself. Tell me, Jack. What do you like in bed?"
It was a question Hunter had wanted to ask Jack ever since he met him back at the bar. Being a man of the night, the singer guessed that he was skilled in most sexual arts. Hunter himself being quite experienced with other men.
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"I'm not picky." Jack tells him. "I'm in a job that acclimated you to almost everything."
Jack did have some limits but he rarely had any reason to think about what he liked. He just learned to like, or at least appear as if he liked, anything a client asked for the the point that the question almost didn't make sense.
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"Well, tonight I want us to enjoy each other but I also want to treat you like a person, Jack. Not an item or a used condom to be thrown into the bin once used. That's fucking wrong in my opinion."
This had been Hunter's view of Jack ever since hooking up with him at the bar. Ignoring all his friends' warnings about dating a prostitute and doing what he wanted. Sliding his hand up Jack's arm slowly, Hunter moved in closer; his big brown eyes now dilated due to the coke.
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Jack was suddenly nervous and part of him wanted to leave. In some ways, being asked these things and treated this way was more uncomfortable than being roughed up. He looks down at where Hunter is touching him and shrugs again.
"What do you like in bed?" He realizes acutely in the moment that he is more comfortable providing what Hunter wants rather than trying to think about what he likes. He doesn't know the answer to that question, no really.
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"Even so. I won't treat you like garbage. As for what I like?"
He wanted to make Jack feel a little more comfortable so stopped with the probing questions and pressed a kiss to the other man's cheek, slowly moving his lips down to ghost against Jack's neck.
"I enjoy my cock being sucked. A bit of bondage, spanking, anal sex receiving and giving. Biting, nails, rough sex. Also toys. Things like that."
It was quite a list but Hunter knew Jack might chose some of his choices and this pleased him. Yet, part of the singer wanted to know Jack more intimately. The man behind the job.
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"I like most of those." Jack agreed. "Except anything that is like hitting, even spanking."
Jack had too much trauma from being abused to find that erotic any longer. He leaned in closer, lips pressing to Hunter's collar bone.
"You must dream about my teeth." He bit, pressing the sharp augmented teeth to the other man's chest. They weren't always noticeable since they were bicuspid implants instead of the usual canines. A bit of surprise for his clients.
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Then he was arching up and hissing in pleasure at those tiny fangs pressing against his skin. Oh. Those were different. Hunter gasping and then sliding both arms inside of Jack's robe, pulling the other man closer while he noticed that eye. It was all bloodshot and looked damage. A client had beaten him up perhaps? Hunter didn't want to think about that as he was enjoying Jack's teeth too much.
"Oh---those fangs of yours. They feel so good. I like it when you bite me."
The singer pushed his body against Jack's as he began lapping up just beneath his lover's ear, close to the jaw line.
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Jack's previous discomfort melted away. This was where he felt comfortable. He pressed thier bodies flush to each other. His hand sliding along the singer's chest and shoulder, nails brushing over his skin but not leaving any marks or pain. Jack filed them into almond shapes that left them nearly pointed.
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Hunter began moaning softly at the little nips and grazing of Jack's lips on his flushed skin. Sliding his skin against Jack's, Hunter reached around to caress his lover's ass, feeling those buttocks under his fingers. Another soft moan and Hunter's cock was nearly at half mast, getting fuller and thicker by the second, rubbing against Jack's thigh.
"Oh Jack---"
The singer began sucking on Jack's Adam's Apple as he huffed softly against the taller man's skin. Was he loving this? Oh yes.
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Jack was starting to get aroused and bucked against Hunter as he felt the hands exploring his ass. He got a handful of hair and pulled his head to the side so he could get more teeth on his skin, biting a little harder.
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Hunter ground down on that thigh between his leg because it felt so good nudging against his growing erection causing the singer to gasp once more. Jack was pressing all the right buttons and eliciting pleasured gasps and moans from the singer. Then his hair was being pulled and he was being bitten. That got an even louder moan.
"Oh--"
The blond's hands were now roaming over Jack's pale smooth chest, feeling the skin under his rough guitarist's hands, as he gently rubbed a nipple with his forefinger.
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Jack let out a gasp while pushing his growing erection into Hunter, shifting to grind their cocks together. His bites drifting lower until he can flick his tongue over Hunter's nipple. Moaning loudly as the arousal increases.
"Why don't you take that robe off and find somewhere comfortable?"
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Hunter's breath coming out in rasping pants as he slid his cock against Jack's, feeling that wonderful friction of cock against cock. The bite to the nipple caused the Swede to buck into Jack's body, gasping and biting his lower lip. It was then he was moving away towards the bed, offering a sultry glance back to his lover, as he slipped his robe off his toned body, climbing onto the bed and placing his hands above his head. It looked very erotic with his legs splayed, showing his full erect cock, swollen bobbing between his legs.
"Come and get me, big boy. You want to bite and suck me?"
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He's almost disappointed to have the rocker slip away but that look has him following to the bed. He let his own robe slide off just as he mover to kneel between Hunter's calves. It put his nearly erect, large cock on full display to his lover. Fingers and nails trailing down the other man's shins he shakes his head.
"You're the one that wants the bites and to thrust your cock into my mouth. I could just sit here and tease while watching you squirm."
His hands glided off Hunter's calves and onto his own legs. He doesn't stop in until on hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking to get it fully erect. He wants to suck but there's no rush when he's not on a time limit, like usual.
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"You're so fucking big, sweetie. I wonder what it's like to have such a huge, fat cock like that up my own ass."
It was a tease accompanied by a lick of his lips since Hunter wasn't sure if Jack liked to dom his clients or preferred to be sub. Either way, the singer wanted every part of the other man touching him. Would Jack make him squirm? The very thought caused a throb of desire to shoot between his legs, as he shifted a little on the bed just watching with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Mm...I'm so hard for you already."
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Jack puts his hands back on Hunter's legs, sliding the palms up the inside of them almost to the top while leaning forward. It left him perched on hands and knees, hands gripping the singer's thighs and his head hovering over his crotch. Though Jack's eyes were up in the other man's face, watching his reactions.
"You look good sprawled out here, hard and wanting me."
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Hunter wanted this now. But first he wanted his cock sucked by those delicious lips of Jack's. The singer groaned when he felt those hands grip his thighs and that mouth ever so close to his throbbing cock. His breath coming in needy pants as he looked up at Jack with lust-filled eyes.
"I want your mouth on me so badly, love. Suck me. Make me moan."
The singer bringing up a hand to caress at Jack's face, touching along his jaw and then sliding a finger along his lips playfully.
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Though still lusty, it was a serious question that would tell him how to proceed. Jack didn't want to hurt the singer in the process. "Otherwise, I'd say you need to lube up that ass of yours and come over here."
"I'm sure you do want my tongue all over you." He smiled and then bit the finger brushing over his lips. Then he slipped his mouth over that finger, sucking on, tongue flicking over the skin.
"You'll have to get your fingers out of my mouth if you want me to fill it with your cock."
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