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If anyone asked Charles what made him sell himself to the blonde man in the boots he couldn’t have said one good reason. Maybe it was the obscene about of money. Maybe it was the way it made him feel, desired, special, wanted. Maybe it was the thrill of it, the man definitely wasn’t some nice business man. Maybe it was the challenge, if he could make the man moan and come undone under his skilled movements, baring his most primal self to a common dancer. It was none of them and all of them at the same time.
It started out regular enough. He was watching Charles dance. He wasn’t the only one that night to see his performance on the stage, dressed in red heels, fishnets, black denim shorts just a tad bit too tight, just enough to make them wonder, topped with a simple white cropped shirt. The crop was high, it barely covered his pecks, leaving little to the imagination, without exposing his whole chest.
He danced and a few moments later he was called for a private dance. It was easy enough. That’s what he thought.
He said his price for the performance but he didn’t expect to hear another question. Most clients just nod and lay back, enjoying whatever he has to offer.
“How much for your company for all night, Charlie?” The man added with a smirk, not hiding the fact that he already knew his name. He was spreading his thighs wider, inviting Charles’ gaze to dopp for a second.
He shook is head, smiling sweetly. “That’s not really an option, I don’t do exclusive nights.” He explained lightly, swaying to the music already. “You can pay for multiple dances tho.” The head tilt of the blonde man in front of him made him feel uneasy, like the man was calculating how much daces would it take to have him all night.
He never replied and Charles took it as a cue to start his performance.
There weren’t many people around them, it was the exclusive part of the club only a few was willing to pay for. Charles was swaying in his small shorts, never missing the beat while he carefully examined the man in front of him.
He had to admit, the man was good looking, handsome even, if he ignored his gut feeling that this man was trouble.Then quite the contrary he stepped closer, gyrating his hips, and running his ringed fingers trough his hair putting on quite a show. He knew the rules, and he tried to keep his distance, even when the other one was devouring him with his gaze alone. It feel good. There was something stoic, something cold and rigid in the way the blonde sat there, only his eyes burning with desire and now he was on a mission, a mission of making him break the act, and show just how much he wanted Charles for real.
All of them wanted him, in one way or the other, all these man did, and he become pretty immune to it, not seeing them more than a task. But this one? This one was getting under his skin, he didn’t move, didn’t even flinch when Charles lowered himself above the expensive suit trousers, swaying his hips, almost as if he wanted to seduce the other one. Others were squirming and adjusting their pants long before he got to this part, but not this one. With a small huff, at one of his turns to hide is annoyance, he decided to up his game a little. It wasn’t advised and it definitely wasn’t something he would have done to others, but he leaned heavily in, bracing himself at the top of the smooth couch before swinging one leg above the inviting thighs, straddling them completely. It did give him less room to move around but surely it had to have an effect on the man. His ass was not even an inch above his crotch, for crying out loud.
Now that he was closer, he could take a better look at the plush lips, the clear blue eyes and the definitely handsome features of the stranger. He looked good, too good in Charles opinion, and he didn’t like the way his stomach flipped when he got even closer, his cologne sweeping into
Charles’ nose, making him dizzy for a moment. If he had kissed that nice neck, maybe he could have tasted it on his tongue too. He shook his head to he beat, trying to shush the thought away, while his bare stomach and heaving chest were inches from those plump lips at some moves. He lowered himself down, both hands holding onto the couch now to hold himself in position while he tipped his head and leaned in like he wanted to kiss the man. He felt the hot breath against his neck, and the intense gaze on his skin so close, he wished he could have touched. Almost giving up he pulled back, giving his sultriest look to the stranger, when he heard the small sigh, the pink lips parting to show the tip of that wet tongue, as the man had to wet his lips to the sight in front of him.
“How much for the whole night?” He asked again, his hoarse voice giving too much satisfaction to Charles.
He stopped his movements, putting some space between their bodies, and he tried not to notice as the blonde’s shoulders twitched, trying not to chase him. “I can’t do that.” He shook his head again, trying to retrieve completely. What he didn’t expect was two strong hands on his hips holding him back. “And touching is not allowed, Sir.” His green eyes flashed with a warning, he may have been pretty but he knew how to defend himself if needed.
“It’s Max, and name the price, I’ll pay it.” The hands didn’t let go, actively holding Charles in place.
“I am not for sale.” Charles emphasised the first three words with a hiss, but didn’t move, he could have pulled away, Max wasn’t holding him too strong.
“I would like another dance, then, the more expensive one.” The blue eyes flashed with satisfaction, as he sunk back against the couch. Charles will yield, he wasn’t the only who had dirty tricks in his pocket.
With that the second performance started, with Charles already in place. He danced, never really breaking eye contact, exaggerating his moves just enough to make himself look irresistible, desirable, showing Max what he was not gonna get.
At the same time, Max slid down a little, just enough that now Charles had to be careful, really careful if he didn’t want to grind their groins together, if he didn’t want to slide his naked chest against the pristine, white shirt, if he wanted to avoid any contact with Max, who played dirty. His hands constantly followed the circles of Charles hips, never touching, just ghosting his warm palms above the petite hips, just lifting his hand up as if he lightly caressed Charles’ bare stomach and white shirt, and swiped his thumb over the air above the Cupid bow lips. Charles’ lips parted instinctively, in a wordless invitation and closed in a desperate attempt to keep his composure. Max wasn’t playing fair, neither was he, but he was the one selling his soul here. His act was minutes long, and Max had Charles panting by half of it. The teasing, ghosting touches mostly above the bare skin, mostly when he moved just like he guided Charles onto his cock was obscene, was unfair.
“Triple.” Finally Charles blurted out, panting, his cheeks red, his pants tighter than he wanted them to be. “Whatever you pay so far, triple it and you can touch me.” The involuntary twitch of his hips, off rhythm gave him away more than he wanted to after his own words, after imagining how it could feel.
“Consider it done.” Max nodded in a way only businessmen do, not the nice kind, the ones who deal with dirty secrets and offshore accounts. It should have been a warning sign, but Charles felt dizzy with want.
The check was done in a second, pushed into the waist of those shorts. Those damn shorts, they did little to hide Charles’ size on an average night, but now they were bulging as his cock swelled. He was sure Max noticed it, but decided not to mention it.
He was doomed, and it was his mission to take the blonde man down with himself. With a bold move he slid his body under the waiting touch of the big hands, timing it when he was leaning close, letting out a small whimper for only Max’s ears to hear. He felt the satisfied squeeze around his thighs, and now he had to be extra careful with not grinding down, his cock could take only so much friction at that moment.
Letting his own hands wander wasn’t smart, feeling the strong pecks under the thin sheet of the shirt, the rounded shoulders and bicep didn’t help at all, if anything it pushed him even further into his own downfall. His mind was wild, wild with images of the other man, no space between their bodies, the handsome face painted with pure bliss.
He shouldn’t want to fuck a client.
Yet his routine ended and instead of getting up on wobbly legs he stayed, his jeans clad ass resting on the comfortable thighs.
Maybe he was dizzy from the dance, maybe there was no air in the club, maybe he broke another rule and got drunk, drunk on the encouraging touches, on the intense gaze.
He caught his breath, while Max’s hands settled, holding him in place, his thumb drawing small circles on the freckled skin just above his pants. “How does a beautiful man like you, end up in a place like this?” Max wondered, not expecting an answer.
“Pays better than McDonalds.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he moved to sit more comfortably, drinking in the twitch of Max hips, yearning for him.
Maybe his answer wasn’t as smart as he thought. “So, you do need the money?” Fuck.
“I don’t need it so bad, to sell myself.”
“There must be something you need and can’t buy.” Max tried, now his whole palm up on Charles’ sides, his thumb swiping across the underline of his pecks, barely covered by his top. Of course there was, several things, he was a student after all.
With a small silence between them, Max leaned closer, one hand suddenly at the junction of the brunette’s thighs. “I am not blind, Charles.” He was so hard at that moment. “But I understand that it is a matter of business and I am happy to be fair with you.” One point to him, Charles couldn’t deny, he would have done it without any money involved at that point purely because he wanted to.
After a minute of thinking, he tilted his head, wetting his lips. “I’m eyeing an apartment for a while now.” It was bold, he knew it was, but if this man was willing to pay, he might consider it. It’s just a night of private dances and some touches. That’s what he told himself, like the underlying message wasn’t clear as anything.
Max nodded, and turned his check book on the small table. “Name the price.”
Charles froze. What? He couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t have wanted him that much, but he wasn’t denying the opportunity, taking the pen he put down the price. Curiously he turned to Max.
“Must be a nice place.” He hummed while signing. “Bold move.” He nodded, pulling Charles closer a little, the big palms possessive on his body, whispering in his ear. “Now, I know, I feel, that you’d do this without the money involved, but what does this price includes exactly, in your opinion?” His tone was low, suggestive and there was nowhere to hide for Charles. The shiver running down his spine was painfully clear to both of them.
“A night of private dances, only for you.” It was a lie and a stretch Charles knew but he wouldn’t give himself so easy, plus he enjoyed the teasing way too much. Max only chuckled.
“How much for a private room, Charles?” Max’s tone was calm settling deep in Charles’ bones. “How much for you to be mine for the whole night?”
Charles choked on his breath. He would have done it for free, anything just to finally feel the man’s mouth on his body. “At least another zero.” Negotiation wasn’t his strong suite with a clean head either, let alone at that moment, with his head buzzing, skin tingling, his dick leaking in his pants.
“You are stretching it, pretty one.”
“If you want to fuck me all night, that’s what it costs.” With a twitch of his hips he was grinding their cocks together, making Max groan and jot down another zero too quickly to the end of an already long number.
He wasn’t at his right mind, not now, not when he was entangled with a client like this, breathing into their lips, bodies pressed flush together, letting them push the second check into his pants, with a ghosting touch around his throbbing bulge. “Follow me, Sir.”
Their way to the private rooms were longer than Charles wanted and he tried to dismiss more than one questioning looks from his friends, colleagues, team. He only wanted one thing.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Max pulled him closer, peppering kisses along his neck until Charles turned in his arms. “To the bed, now, Charlie.” There was no argument about that.
The plump lips finally found the slightly chapped pink ones in a searing kiss. Charles never would have imagined kissing a client could be so satisfying. He moaned into it, opening his mouth offering himself to the skilled tongue willingly.
They fumbled to the bed and Charles was not gonna let the control out of his hand. He straddled Max again. Chest against chest, he leaned down keeping up with the bruising kiss as he got rid of Max’s shirt. He was a sight, a beautiful one. “Fuck me.”
“I will, pretty, I will, I wanted to for a few hours now.” Max’s reassuring words only turned him on even more.
Getting rid of their clothes was quick and embarrassingly effective. “You know how to do this.” Max noted with an amused smile, while mouthing the pretty neck, pulling some needy moans from Charles, his hands holding onto the lean body like it belonged only to him.
“I like sex, so what?” It felt like a counter attack however there was no accusation at all.
Max hummed, sucking on a seemingly sensitive spot, keeping Charles close, still above him. The heated touches and wet kisses only made them hurry more, chasing something primal, a slowly unbearable itch under their skin.
Charles whined when Max touched his cock, palming him gently, feeling him up obscenely slowly. “God, does have favourites, doesn’t he? And you are certainly one of them. Not only beautiful but you must have a nice cock too.” While speaking he slid his hand into the single, tiny black underwear Charles was wearing in that moment, while the other settled with kneading the rounded ass. The brunette boy let out a whimper he would have denied later, he sounded pathetic and anything he wanted to say ended up in a choked up moan.
Max started stroking his cock at the same time he slid a dry finger between his ass cheeks and Charles was done for. His fingers turned white holding onto Max and desperately tried not the leave a mark on the pale shoulder as he tried to muffle his whines, trembling. Maybe sleeping with this man shouldn’t have been his first sex for months. Maybe he should have declined, maybe he was losing his mind.
“Listen to you, so pretty and needy for me. Only for me.” Max peppered his neck with more kisses as he slowly worked on Charles’ body, touching him with a slow determination. Soon the first shock of pleasure left Charles’ body and he lifted his head, only to catch a glimpse of something or someone in the big mirror above the bed.
“What the-?” He squeaked, sharply turning his head only to see two man standing in the door, not looking at them but definitely being in the room. Equally quickly he turned back, his expression a mix of furious, hurt and shocked. Max took his face between his palms, obscuring Charles peripheral vision.
“Don’t look at them, only look at me.” Whispered to the parted lips, the blue eyes capturing the green ones not letting them look elsewhere. “They are here for my safety.”
Charles made a choked up moan as Max’s hand returned to his cock, and he barely could protest. “I am a fucking student who dances for living, for fucks sake.” This alone should have been an explanation, this should have happened in the first place, he shouldn’t have let his cock think instead of his brain, but it felt a bit too late for that. His forehead fell onto the round shoulder as he tried to hold back voicing his pleasure. “Please ask them to leave.” He wanted to be firm he wanted to tell Max to go to hell, to go and play with whoever he wanted to, but he was far too gone in this then to stop now. He knew he was pretty, he knew he could make men more powerful than him obey, if he played right. “You know I won’t hurt you, and if you wanted to take me home, I imagine they wouldn’t be there. Please.” His voice was small, breath tickling the older man’s ear. He could have begged more but Max inhaled deeply, probably collecting himself to speak. There was a small silence, before Charles made his cock jump on purpose in Max’s still fist to remind him the sweet prize. There was another inhale. “Leave us. Now.”
Max voice was stern and Charles was impressed. He didn’t need to move to hear them leave in not even seconds. “Thank you, Max.” He purred rocking his hips forward a little, his lips reaching the soft neck, covering it with too sweet kisses. He might have been young but he learned how to play these games too quickly.
But he was not the only one knowing how to play. “You are a little brat, you know that. Now, I suggest you get up and get rid of this-“ Max hooked his thumb into his underwear making it slap the sensitive skin, “before I rip it from you.”
Charles pushed himself onto his palms with a chuckle and climbed of off Max. His legs wobbled a lot less than he was expecting and he was a little proud of himself for that. Now standing, he looked down reaching for the soft material, noticing the way the blue eyes were drinking him in. He made it into a show, first only pushing it a bit so his tip was barely peaking out before he slid it down slow, arching his back, pushing his ass out.
“Fucking hell.” Max licked his lips, but never tore his eyes from the pretty view. “Look how pretty you are.” He whispered, tilting his head, wetting his lips again before he sat up, like he could have seen Charles better that way.
The blue eyes were intense, but Charles didn’t feel the urge to hide or cover. He was too gone in his head for that, instead he enjoyed the look seemingly consuming all his body, his confidence skyrocketing. With an easy move he got back on the bed, straddling Max, their naked cocks touching lightly. “Satisfied?” He asked, daring, tongue poking out to wet his top lip.
Max hummed in appreciation, his hands sliding onto the broad back. “You should do this instead of dancing.” His growl was muffled as the plump lips found the marked neck again, and Charles’ whimpers soon started to fill the room again. “Could make so much more.” Max added between sloppily kissing Charles on the mouth again. “So fucking pretty and all for me. Such a pretty cock and all mine tonight.” His hands went between their bodies, wrapping around their cocks, stroking slowly but with an urging need. Their moans mixing in the wet kiss, if it could have been called a kiss at all, their teeth and tongue sliding together, swallowing the obscene sounds they made.
Soon Max hand disappeared from Charles’ hips, reaching for the lube. With a cry Charles had to brace himself on the strong shoulders as a wet finger circled around his hole. His head fell next to his hand abandoning the eager mouth, but he couldn’t have kept it up. Not with his cock grinding agains Max’s, their pre-cum mixing and that one finger slowly taking him apart.
It was maddening and he couldn’t hold back his voice anymore. Maybe it was pathetic, maybe he was so deprived and needy for it, he couldn’t care. The lube started to warm up against his hot body as Max worked tight circles around his hole, making the ring of muscles relax against the soft assault.
Short nails slid down on the broad back when Max without any notice pushed in one digit, dragging out a too eager “oh” from the brunette.
“Someone likes this pretty much.” Max breathed into his ear hotly. “Tell me, pretty, are you always this sensitive or it had been a while?” Max pushed his finger fully in with the cruel question, and Charles shook, his body getting overwhelmed.
He won’t answer that. Pushing against Max hand he silently asked for more.
“So needy.” Sharp teeth bit down on Charles’ ear, enough to make a shiver run down on his spine but not enough to hurt. “I know you heard the question.” It was a statement, clear and quiet, yet Charles just shook his head and figured he couldn’t have formed anything coherent anymore.
Not when Max was touching him with a second finger, rubbing it against his rim. “Oh god.” His hold on Max got stronger, his body trying to desperately deal with the pleasure, with now two fingers half way in and his cock wetly stroked.
“I guess, I’ll just have to find out for myself.” Max answered his own question, a smile hidden in his voice and Charles felt it didn’t promise anything good.
Two fingers were working him, in and out, stretching, making the most obscene noises, and he was suspicious Max tried not to reach that sweet spot in him on purpose. Fucker.
Now the other hand came to halt too, only pressing their pulsing cocks together, leaving him with the agonising sensation of his hole being fucked but never in the way he wanted.
Max joined a third finger and Charles saw white, long mewles and moans rewarding Max. Still he never curled his fingers and Charles was slowly losing it, he tried not to but he couldn’t help rocking his hips, trying to get the smooth digits pressed to that one spot, now pulsing with overwhelming need.
He had no idea when he started it, but he noticed when Max chuckled. “You are fucking yourself on my fingers, Charlie.”
His mind froze but his body kept going, trying to protest with a few cries, but he couldn’t deny it.
“Look at you, I’m not even moving my hands now, and you are so desperate, pushing for more. I know what you need.” His voice was like honey, but poisonous. “You want me to stroke that one spot, don’t you? I know you do, it’s so obvious.” Charles tried to stop, but his hips even when he thought he stopped were twitching. “Now, I can do that, just answer my question.” Charles whimpered, whatever was left from his conscious mind fought for his pride against his most primal instincts. “For how many months?” It was cruel, and cold and rigid, but the fingers moved up, ghosting his prostate and he lost it.
“Four, four month.” His lips formed the words loud and clear, almost faster than his next moan was.
Max true to his promise, which should have surprised Charles, if he had any brains left, curled his fingers, fingering him so good, stroking hard where Charles wanted him the most.
Charles almost missed the low chuckle, his ears completely filled by his own voice. “Do you hear yourself? You sound like you really, really needed it, but I get it four months is a long time.” His voice was smooth, eager, possessive. “But don’t worry, I’ll fuck you nice and good, the way only I could. Only mine in four months.”
Charles should have been more alert to the last sentence, his mind should have warned him, but he was slowly getting dangerously close to his orgasm and nothing else really mattered.
He must have been really obvious, because Max spoke again between soppy kisses on his abused neck. “I would really think about coming right now, Charlie. Remember, you are mine for the night and I intend to fuck and suck and eat you and make you come over and over no matter how over sensitive you get.”
He should have thought about it, yes, but he needed it, bad. He needed to come from something else than his own hands and a few small toys, and the promise of a sweet release, full with this blonde man’s fingers was too tempting.
He was coming before he noticed he really got there.
Max only shook his head, tutting with his tongue fingering Charles hard, squeezing their cocks together and not being able to push back a whimper as his got soaked and coated with the dancer’s warm cum.
Charles was whimpering and trembling, his own orgasm caught him off guard, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t fucking mind blowing.
“God, you really needed it, didn’t you?” He heard Max’s voice like it was distant, still high on pleasure, he lifted his head and pressed his lips to the other one’s in a drunken kiss.
Max pulled out slowly, and kissed back turning themselves around with one swift motion, manhandling Charles onto his back. He kept it up, as he reached for the condom, rolling it onto himself, desperate hands pulling him back as soon as he got on his knees to do so. “Patience, Charlie.” He bit the words onto the swollen bottom lip, finishing his action and lowering himself back onto the easy brunette. “God you are fucked out and I haven’t even been in you.” With a mess kiss he pushed up the heavy thighs, Charles’ body pliant under his, catching up slowly.
Lining up with the loose, lubed up ring of muscles was something else. With a groan, and he couldn’t know if it was from that or from the way Charles desperately scratched his back, trying to force him down and inside of himself, he let himself sink in, the fat tip sliding in nicely, opening its way into the tight heat slowly.
“God, you are fucking tight.”
Charles mewled again, a satisfied “oh” breaking from his throat as Max finally, finally slid into him. He wanted to say something, something snappy, like “yeah, and he wouldn’t be if he did this for a living”, but anything that came out was incoherent.
His hands landed on the round butt above him, squeezing and groping when Max started to move. It was fucking heaven.
He threw his head back, arched his back and tried his best to keep his knees close to his chest. Max was panting into his neck, holding onto him like a vice, and it gave Charles a moment of pride. Only a moment because Max hit his already too sensitive prostate and it made him forget about most things. Not everything. He felt perfectly how big Max was, how much he stretched his entrance and how good he filled his body.
If it wasn’t for the blonde slowing down, barely leaving his tip in, he would have came again.
“Turn around.” He was instructed and it was hard to know where his limbs were. Two hands grabbed his hips and flipped him with a yelp, then pulled his ass up in the air. “So fucked out and all mine. So pretty and all for me, aren’t you?” Max purred with a deep thrust. Charles was glad the room was perfectly sound proof. He was awfully loud.
Max slowed down barely fucking him again, dragging it out, delaying his orgasm again. Whining he tried to push back, but a heavy hand on his lower back stopped him. “I know, pretty, I know. I can feel you almost coming but I just can’t let you yet.”
He had no idea for how long this went on, Max wasn’t particularly edging him, but he was making this longer than Charles would have wanted. He didn’t complain because the cock felt amazing moving in and out of him, filling him, sliding against his sweet spot and if he wanted to be honest with himself he needed this, he was yearning for it for too long.
Now Max was rocking into him deep and full again. “I know you are close.” It wasn’t a question, and didn’t make sense until a second later when a big palm wrapped around Charles’ wet, cum stained cock.
“Fuck, I am, can I?” He asked, voice shaky and high-pitched, surprising even himself, but he was longing for the encouragement, the approval.
“God, yes. Come for me, come for me, Charlie.” Max tried to listen if Charles did but it was difficult when pleasure washed over him, coming in the inviting, tight heat sooner than he wanted to, his thrusts sloppy, but deep, as he released in the condom. It was exactly how Charles needed him, how own hand replacing Max’s, rubbing his palm against his tight balls, the way only he knew he loved and he came right after Max, it was hard to miss the deep moans, the ragged breathing of the blonde giving him away easily.
Charles came hard and a lot. His hand and the bed was covered in it, his tip still dripping even long seconds after. He never noticed how he was panting and trembling until Max commented on it, also breathless, his palms stroking on Charles’ back and thighs.
Pulling out Max was careful, he was all mixed signals to Charles. He helped the brunette back on the bed, handing him a few wipes to clean himself.
After some silence, only their breathing and their almost failed attempts to clean up their mess filling the room Max talked again. He was rather talkative, Charles noticed.
“You know, maybe that check I wrote you is expensive, but this worth every fucking penny. Seeing the prettiest dancer in Monaco falling apart on my cock like this.” He was laying on his back, not touching Charles anymore.
The sound the brunette made was somewhere around amused and scandalised. “Well, enjoy, because I’m not planning to buy the whole city, only one apartment.”
Max hummed, pushing himself onto his elbow, looking at the brunette, his hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, eyes hazy with satisfaction. “We will see about that, but first I still have a few hours to convince you to let me have you again and again.” A possessive light ignited in the blue eyes and Charles saw it but the challenge was too great and the reward was sweeter than he expected.
“You have until five.”