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It’s a little past midnight when Andrew’s last client leaves. He was putting the final touches on a back piece and wanted to finish it today, so now that he’s cleaning his station he feels relieved as he’s cracking his back.
Unfortunately for him, he’s not alone in the shop.
Foxhole Stick ‘n Poke has several artists, but none as annoying as Seth Gordon, their in-house piercer. Tall, cis, straight guy who acts exactly as he sounds, and then add in some delusions of grandeur because his dick is big (or so he tells people).
Andrew only joined the shop a year ago, making a quick name for himself with his realistic portrait work and no-nonsense customer service. Seth had made an enemy out of him by calling his tattoos unoriginal and “not very challenging”. Andrew wanted to stab him in the eye with his tattoo gun, but Seth owned half the shop and hired him, so. He resisted temptation.
The only reason Seth stayed this late in the shop was because Andrew requested to get a piercing done, and his schedule was always jam-packed during the day. With his station cleaned, he walks over to Seth’s where he’s fucking around on his phone.
“You ready or are you still looking through foreign women who want to marry you for a visa?”
Seth smirks, swiping left. “Nice one, but I don’t need to look abroad to get my dick wet.”
“Flexible, are you?”
Seth looks at him incredulously, then grins. “Wow, imagine that. I would if I could, wouldn’t you?”
“Would I what?” Andrew asks, growing bored of the conversation and wishing he could escape Seth.
“Suck your own dick.”
Andrew snorts.
“What? You’re tiny, I bet it’d be easy for you to reach.”
“Okay,” Andrew cuts the conversation short. “Are we doing this piercing or what?”
Seth finally puts his phone down and starts prepping his materials. “Sure thing, princess. Can’t wait to stab you.”
“Likewise,” Andrew says, sitting on the edge of Seth’s table so he’s of a height, beating Seth to the punch so he can’t make another short joke. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Easy, Minyard. Don’t want me to slip and accidentally stab your eyeball, do I?”
“I’d sue you for all you’re worth.” Andrew shrugs easily.
“That’s not a lot of worth,” Seth says, taking an alcohol tissue and cleaning in between Andrew’s brows and the bridge of his nose. “I might as well finish the job.”
“Death threats? That’s new.”
“Yeah?” Seth clamps the skin and gets his needle ready. “That turn you on?”
“I don’t really dream about you touching me, no.”
The tip of Seth’s tongue sticks out between his teeth when he puts the needle in place. Andrew closes his eyes.
“That’s a fucking lie.”
Before Andrew can protest and snark back, Seth sticks the needle through, and Andrew moans. It’s unexpected and loud in the silent shop, and Andrew turns bright red while Seth puts the piercing in.
When he does finally open his eyes, when Seth’s no longer touching him, he’s faced with his shit-eating grin.
“Gotta say, that doesn’t happen very often,” Seth smirks. “And you say you don’t like my hands on you.”
“I don’t.”
“Yeah? Tell your fucking boner.” Seth looks down pointedly and does a double take when he doesn’t see any bulge between Andrew’s spread legs.
“You’re really obsessed with my dick,” Andrew says, trying to regain control. “You sure you’re straight?”
“Never said that,” Seth says, eyes roaming over Andrew’s body now. “I’m flexible.”
“Not flexible enough to suck your own dick, apparently.”
“Now who’s obsessed with my dick.”
Andrew snorts. “You keep telling everyone how big it is—”
“So that’s it,” Seth says. “You wanna see.”
“I don’t,” Andrew lies. He can feel himself growing slicker in his boxer briefs.
“Come on,” Seth insists. “I show you mine, you show me yours?”
“I’m not gonna show you my dick.”
“That much is obvious,” Seth grins, stepping in between Andrew’s legs. “Not much to show, huh?”
Andrew jumps off the table, but Seth doesn’t move back, so he’s almost pressed up against him. He looks up at him. “Move out of the fucking way,” Andrew says with heavy breath. Seth smells really good up close.
“You wanted to know, right?” Seth says, and grabs Andrew’s hand, putting it on his dick that’s bulging his sweats.
Fuck, Andrew thinks. It is fucking big.
His hand instinctively grabs hold, and Seth groans.
“Alright, me next.” Before Andrew can stop him, Seth’s hand goes between his legs and cups his pussy.
“Fuck,” Seth swears. “I fucking knew it, dude.”
The pressure of Seth’s hand against his neglected, leaking pussy has Andrew shuddering, moaning again.
“You asshole,” Andrew says, barely meaning it. He just wants Seth to keep touching him there.
Seth’s eyes are blown when he says. “Come on. Just let me fuck you a little. I can feel you want it.”
Unfortunately for Andrew, Seth’s right. His hand’s been slowly stroking Seth through his sweats, and he really wants to feel it inside.
“Here,” Seth says, pushing his sweats down so Andrew can see. “This might help.”
Andrew’s mouth waters when he sees the neat row of piercings on the underside of Seth’s hard cock.
“You’re a fucking psycho,” Andrew says, eyes stuck on Seth’s twitching cock.
Seth tugs at Andrew’s pants and starts undoing them. “You’re the freak who wants to fuck me more because of them.”
“Don’t take it personal,” Andrew steps out of his pants. “I’m only interested in the dick, not you.”
“Perfect,” Seth says, pushing Andrew backward more and more until his knees hit the sofa at the front of the shop, right by the window. The lights are off in this part, but someone walking by could still make them out.
Andrew lies back on the couch, thinking Seth would follow him down, but he’s looking at his pussy in wonder.
“God, how could such a pretty cunt exist on such a mean son of a bitch.” Seth trails his hand over it, and Andrew shivers.
Again, before he can reply, Seth says, “Doesn’t look very red or wet yet, so let me fix that.”
He spits on Andrew’s cunt, a big glob of it, and before Andrew can close his legs, one hand holds him open and the other slaps down on his pussy hard, making Andrew cry out.
“There we go, look at you fluttering.”
“Motherfucker,” Andrew says when he regains his breath, pushing his body up. “You’re gonna pay for that.”
“I doubt that,” Seth says, stroking his dick. “That just made me harder. Didn’t know you’d scream so high-pitched.”
Andrew kicks Seth’s shoulder, and they wrestle half-naked until Seth’s the one lying on the sofa, the streetlight glinting off his snake bites. Andrew straddles Seth and throws his own shirt off.
Seth’s gaze roams over his exposed body. “Shame there’s no pretty tits for me to play with.”
“Eat my ass,” Andrew says before lining up Seth’s cock against his entrance.
“Another time, maybe,” Seth winks.
He takes it slow, getting used to Seth’s length, and the strange drag of the piercings against his inner walls. It’s been a while since he took a dick this big, especially one attached to a real body.
Unfortunately, that means it talks.
“Fuck, I knew you’d be so hot inside. So snug around me. Bet I’m stretching you out, huh? Don’t take a lot of big dicks in your pretty little pussy?”
When Andrew’s fully seated, eyes threatening to roll back when Seth’s cock pushes up against his cervix, he leans forward and lets his hand rest on Seth’s throat.
“Can you shut the fuck up or do I have to make you?”
A small grinding motion of his hips makes both their breaths stutter. Andrew grins and does it again, relearning the best angles his body enjoys as he gyrates his hips.
His hand still around Seth’s neck, Seth squeezes out, “Bounce on it. Come on. Let me fill you up. You know you wanna feel those piercings. Clench around me. I’ll make you see stars.”
“God, do you ever stop fucking talking,” Andrew groans, moving his hand off his throat and slapping it on Seth’s mouth.
He lifts himself up on his knees, feels the piercings move inside of him, and lets himself drop down. Fuck, that’s good. He does it again, harder, and feels the head of Seth’s cock kissing his cervix, making his breath shudder.
Tilting his head back, he starts bouncing on it, making their skin slap together when Seth starts thrusting upwards. Seth doesn’t take any pity on Andrew, grabbing his waist and slamming him down, and Andrew can feel him hitting spots deep inside of him.
He’s wailing, he knows he is, but Seth is quiet for once, groaning his own pleasure as Andrew’s cunt squeezes around him, fluttering through his first orgasm of the night.