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The heart of Solution 9's downtown was a bustling hub of nightlife filled with numerous clubs and venues that attracted many every night. Wild partying, lots of drinking, and tons of dancing were staples among the relatively carefree populace of the city, those able to afford it routinely going out nearly every night.
And among those clubs, few were more popular than ones frequented by the Arcadion's Cruiserweight fighter, Dancing Green. It was a packed house whenever he'd show up, and venues would advertise his arrival for hosting parties weeks in advance— and tonight was one such night.
Admittedly, he was not a fan of quite how often he found himself going out, partying hard every night most weeks and working his mind and body harder than even some who did hard, physical labor jobs. Yet, in order to maintain his popularity within the Arcadion, as well as to simply just give back a little to the countless fans who dutifully support him— he took the time to greet them, spend some time with them, and even party with them. And to be honest, when all the spotlights were on him and the party was going just right, it was quite the thrill.
But you know what they say about too much of a good thing?
Nevertheless, Green didn't let it get to him too much. He had a few outlets to unwind outside of 'work', and there were certainly worse fates than being a serial partier plus spectacle fighter.
Tonight's venue was the Neon Dream, a fairly nice dance club where Green spent a lot of time 'burning up the dance floor' as well as grooving with fans. Lucky for Green, tonight was more of a relaxed night for him, simply needing to host the party and maybe grab the mic for a little bit, otherwise it was just a fun night of dancing, listening to the beats, and relaxing with everyone who'd come here to see him.
And one of those people just so happened to be the Grand Champion of the Arcadion itself, the Tyrant. Though the Tyrant was not the biggest fan of these events, preferring when large crowds were cheering him on and chanting his glory rather than noisily dancing and singing, but he made an effort to come more often to events where Dancing Green hosted. Outwardly, there didn't seem anything too strange with this— they were both fighters, and the Tyrant was known for spending a lot of time with them, offering advice, mentoring them, chatting about combat, or the competition of the Ascension Series at large. He really did live and breathe the Arcadion.
Furthermore, when they were seen together, they didn't seem overly friendly. They simply enjoyed talking about Arcadion stuff, and that was when the Tyrant deigned to talk at all, the Eldite somewhat reticent in public. Not that he was shy or anything, quite the contrary, but he was just not a man of many words outside of the ring.
Tonight, he found himself along with a few Arcadion fans, that had come to see Dancing Green, but were of course happy when the Tyrant more or less invited himself into their table. Who wouldn't want another celebrity joining them— especially one as famous and renowned as the Grand Champion himself?
"And that was the first time I ever met Honey B! Walking off with her food on accident until a whole swarm of her fans damn near strung me up!" Green joked as he recounted a fun anecdote getting the group of fans laughing as they sat, waiting for the dance floor to become hot any minute. "How about you, Tyrant? Any funny stories of meeting a fighter outside of the Arcadion?"
"Hmm…" the Tyrant pondered for a moment with fingers on his chin, trying his best to recall something that might actually be considered 'funny' to talk about. "Well there was one time where—" he began, before his electrope watch lit up and buzzed lightly, presenting him with a little reminder.
"Oh! Actually, I might have to cut this story there. I forgot I had a few media events in the morning tomorrow to take care of for the Arcadion's marketing division." the Tyrant explained. "I actually should be heading out now, I think."
"Awwwh! Buzzkill! Right before a killer story, too." Green frowned but gave a shrug, his animated body language always something that caught the Tyrant's eye. Green then turned towards the others, standing up alongside the Tyrant. "Just gimme a sec to see him off. See if I can't pick up one or two secret little tips for rising the ranks like he did— and then I'll be right back."
Giving a wave to everyone, the Tyrant departed with Green in tow, walking out the open but rarely used back door of the club, since it just so happened to be closer to where the Tyrant parked, having of course driven his car there.
The air outside was much cooler than in the club, which the Tyrant found a little stuffy, but it was refreshing once the Tyrant breathed it in and felt it caress the bits of his body that he rarely covered with clothing.
"Hey man, thanks for coming, really. It's uhh… always pretty nice to see you, even just here and there." Dancing Green said earnestly, smiling as they walked towards the red muscle car parked mostly alone in the back of the lot, given that most of the residents of Solution 9 made due well enough without vehicles— and, well, most people who went to the club tended to drink quite liberally.
"Of course. And I can say the same. It's fun seeing you tell stories and you really do know how to move your body." the Tyrant smiled a little too… though his smile turned just a bit wicked as a little idea crossed his mind, as he stood beside his low-rider. "Mind if I ask for a little goodbye kiss?" the Tyrant asked, explaining why his smirk seemed to have a devious tinge to it.
Green's cheeks immediately grew a bit rosy and his ears perked just a bit more, the young fighter taking a sec to look around, over both his shoulders and through the rest of the parking area to see if some passerby might catch him with his lips locked with the Tyrant's— but the coast seemed clear for now. He really didn't need anyone in the media to know about his little fling with the Grand Champion, even if he was known for being a bit of a playboy.
Determining that the coast was clear, Dancing Green drew just a bit closer to the Tyrant, which already made his heart race a bit given that getting this close always reminded him how big the Eldite was— both tall and bulky, he really outsized the Shetona in every way.
Craning his neck upward ever so slightly, the Tyrant leaned down and kissed Green nice and deep, their lips meeting and warming one another for a nice long moment, looking into one another's eyes to commit the moment to memory before parting, returning the Tyrant's smirk to his face and a soft, happy smile to Green's.
"I think I might not mind another." the Tyrant said quite matter-of-factly, but his smirk didn't abate in the slightest.
At this suggestion— though when they were alone together, few things the Tyrant said were mere 'suggestions', and rather were imperatives with layers of debonair disguise atop them— Green's eyes widened a little and he looked around again, quicker this time.
"Are you sure? Another…?" the Shetona asked in a hushed tone, just to be safe. "There're still a lot of people here, if any of them saw us-"
Green's words are stopped in their tracks by the look the Tyrant was now giving him; one Green knew all too well. That telltale look that the Tyrant always gave him whenever he didn't directly obey a given command.
Green's heart quickened in his chest, unsure of what to do; his desire to obey his liege conflicting with his more natural emotions and anxieties. Submitting to the Tyrant would mean risking getting caught… but it was always so hard for him to even consider saying no to him— and admittedly, the knowledge that they could potentially be discovered at any moment was honestly a little thrilling to Green.
"Yes, Sire." Green decided, letting his chin be held by a warm, slightly rougher couple of fingers so that the Tyrant could pull him into another deep, intense, and claiming kiss.
Not that Green minded in the slightest, but the kiss grew quite passionate and ravenous quite quickly. The Tyrant was hungry for Green's mouth, little hums of sheer want rumbling from the Eldite's chest as his tongue claimed every ilm of Green's mouth, and his lips sank and clashed with the Shetona's softer lips— the Tyrant even biting and tugging here and there at Green's lower lip just to hear those little whines he could coax from the man. It seemed that even the Tyrant was spurred on by the rush that anyone at any moment, might find him indulging in his 'trophy'.
"Rrrhh… want more of you…" the Tyrant rumbled, teeth grazing along Green's jawline as he broke the kiss for a moment.
"Sire… are you sure?" Green asked in a rare instance of questioning the King, looking over his shoulder to the backdoor of the club where music and the sound of plentiful voices was still spilling out— and then back over to the rest of the parking area. They weren't out in the open, necessarily, yet they were anything but well hidden.
"In my car. I want to feel you around me." the Tyrant returned, re-asserting his desire for the Shetona, voice low and steeped in lust, adjusting himself so that he was closer to Green, with hands gently trailing up and down his 'prize'.
"S-Sire…" Green shivered slightly as the words felt like a trickle down his spine, feeling how hard and ravenous the Tyrant had gotten from their kissing, and finding that he himself could barely keep from grinding his powerfully awakened arousal against the immensely muscular Eldite— throbbing and aching as he thought of being taken and absolutely used right there and then.
The Tyrant broke their grinding union, stepping back a few paces and opening the door to his car, before slipping into the driver's seat and adjusting it as far back as it would go, before tapping his lap with a hand invitingly. "Come. Get in my lap and let me have more of your lips." he all but commanded, but kept his voice a bit low so that hopefully only Dancing Green would be able to hear the request.
Giving one final, darting look around to his environs, Green walked over to the opened door, awkwardly but needily climbing into the Tyrant's open, offered lap facing him- closing the door as he did so. There was not ample space, but there was more than Green had expected, especially given how large the Tyrant was. But with his back gently against the steering wheel, Green rolled his hips into his liege, grinding his cock pitifully into the larger man's hip as he clutched his shoulders, seeking succor in his lips and humming unabashedly as his mouth was taken roughly and dominantly once more.
Though, even for as much as Green sank into that claiming kiss… how much he wanted to sink into that claiming kiss… he couldn't help but realize that thanks to being a convertible with the top always down, the two of them were really not well hidden, even inside of the car.
But the Tyrant's hands all over his body now, and the thick, incessant pulsing of his hidden but eager cock quelled those worries, and Green gave yet more little shivers as messy, unrestrained sounds of dancing lips filled the air— the deep kissing and firm touches getting Green hornier and hornier by the second.
Those firm hands took their time working down Green's back, gripping with a possessive hunger against the Shetona, handfuls of his clothing taken in hand to ensure that their bodies were as pressed together as they could be. And alongside each dominant grip, Green and the Tyrant were needily rolling their hips to grind their denied arousals into something, pants and groans spilling between them in the fain few seconds their lips parted.
But even with their slow, measured pace, those hands made their way down Green's back all the way down to his ass, taking large handfuls of the man's amazingly bountiful backside before they slid over to his front. Humming with pride as he was able to coax a few whines and shivery huffs from his Shetona trophy, the Tyrant gave some direct attention to the smaller man's cock before his hands began to undo Green's belt.
With the limited space in the front seat, the motions were rough and awkward, but with a few tugs, the Tyrant worked Green's pants down to just above his knees, leaving his smooth thighs entirely exposed and his tented purple silk boxers on full display.
"You'd better not make too much noise. Wouldn't want anyone discovering us, would we?" the Tyrant said after breaking the kiss, voice low and gravelly in that way that made Green melt… and his cock throb. Though this was mostly just to tease Green, it did remind the man just how loud he'd already gotten from the Tyrant touching and grabbing at him like his body was utterly owned— and just how much louder he might accidentally get if he wasn't careful.
Green blushed all the brighter and glanced to the side as the Tyrant gave this command, yet even Dancing Green himself was surprised at how horny being so exposed was getting him, and how much the reminder that they could be caught if he wasn't careful made his toes curl and nerves tingle with heat.
With Green's pants off (well, off enough) the Tyrant's firm hands made their way back to his ass, massaging it as the Grand Champion decided how best to go about claiming his little Cruiserweight trophy in such an off-the-cuff scenario that they found themselves in…
"Open your mouth." the Tyrant commanded, gazing right into the eyes of the man who was all but waiting for some instruction. At once, Green nodded and found that quickly the world around him began to fade away slightly as his liege slipped his middle and ring fingers into Green's opened mouth.
Humming softly and still looking up at the Tyrant's face, Green suckled and licked over the fingers that played with his tongue gently, buried as deeply into his warm mouth as they could. It was a strangely possessive gesture, but with the Tyrant's fingers occupying his mouth, he found he cared less about how they could be so easily discovered, and more about how nice it felt to serve and be used by the King of the Arcadion.
With distant eyes and little moans, Green rocked his hips back and forth as the Tyrant played with his mouth, little wet spots forming on those purple boxers as that clearly throbbing Shetona cock ground and fucked into the Tyrant's side, desperately seeking any stimulation it could get as Green only got hornier and hornier.
Though the Tyrant could have watched the slutty Shetona lose himself to being played with like this for hours, his own demanding cock and the excitement of taking Green somewhere with such a lack of privacy urged the Tyrant to continue. Determining that his fingers were now slick enough for his purposes, he pulled them from Dancing Green, who seemed disappointed once his mouth was left now unused— yet his face remained as distant and blissed out as ever.
Working under the waistband of those boxers now, the Tyrant slid his two well slickened fingers between the ample cleft of Green's ass, two thick, warm, wet fingers massaging and swirling around the tight, sensitive entrance there.
Green's fingers gripped all the tighter against the Tyrant's shoulders as his hole was teased, Green's toes wiggling with wild clenches and splayings in his boots as he shivered from the sensation. And then… the Tyrant slid inside.
The movement was not quick, ensuring that it felt more pleasurable than uncomfortable— and thankfully, even with such impromptu lubricant, the Tyrant soon found himself buried down nearly to his knuckles, and with a very noisy little Shetona to boot.
"G-gghh…! F-fuckhh…." Green choked under his breath, struggling to contain himself as thick, wet fingers slipped inside him, head swimming with sensation as his tight hole gripped involuntarily and tightly around the intrusion.
Deeper and deeper the Tyrant slid, making damn sure to press and wiggle his fingers against that throbbing, pulsing sweet spot within Green, knowing how much harder the man was trying to keep himself quiet. To this end, Green hid his blazingly warm, blushing face against the Tyrant's sinewy neck, just so he might have somewhere to bury the sound.
"Now, now. Not too loud." the Tyrant teased, reinforcing how un-hidden the two of them really were. The Tyrant could feel how desperately and tightly Green's hole was gripping him already, savoring immensely how he could get the man to pant and shiver whenever he deigned to press into Green's wonderfully sensitive prostate.
"Help me out of my pants, hm?" the Tyrant then told Green, who in the throes of such stimulation and teasing could do little more than hum a 'Mm-hmm' and nod against his neck.
Even while getting two thick fingers working gently in and out of him, Green adjusted himself to make his task easier. Lifting his hips slightly and pressing his forehead into the Tyrant's shoulder for leverage, Green got to work unfastening the Champion's belt— and then the buttons and zipper beneath. The two of them had to wiggle and shift back and forth, and the motions were anything but graceful or sexy, yet the two of them were so horny, and so desperate, none of it mattered. Even in the slightly constricting, confined space of the T1RANT's front seat, Green needed nothing more in that moment than to have those fingers replaced by his king's throbbing cock.
Though it takes a bit, the Tyrant's pants and crimson red smalls beneath are haphazardly tugged down to his knees leaving powerful, muscular thighs on full display as they surrounded his prominent, veiny cock.
"So much better…" the Tyrant sighed, leaning back into the leather seat again and humming as he was now able to flex and pulse in the open, his wet cocktip resting against his stomach while he returned to enjoying rhythmically and gently fingering his whimpering 'trophy'.
Green's hands greedily made their way over the powerful swells of the Tyrant's thighs, sliding toward that pulsing spire between, but he was stopped in his tracks when the Tyrant spoke up. "Ah! Not yet. You'll get your fill of my cock soon."
And Green was only given a moment to contemplate the denial of what he so desperately wanted before the Tyrant's fingers sliding from his hole made him tense up and then shiver. The Shetona gasped at the sensation, only now realizing just how good those fingers had felt inside of him in their absence.
With his hands now freed from their previous 'engagement', the Tyrant began to slide the boxers down the needy Shetona's thighs, groaning in delight as his rough fingers grazed and trailed down those immaculately smooth and delicate dancer thighs. Once Dancing Green's boxers had joined his pants, pooled around his knees, the Tyrant took one more encompassing look at the man still half-buried into his shoulder. Yet, for as shy as Green was now— fully naked and on display with only the smallest modicum of privacy thanks to the Tyrant's car— his now freed cock told the truth. Flexing, pulsing, and just as wet if not more so, Green's more modest length showed that even if he would be hesitant to admit to it, the thrill of potentially being caught with eight ilms of the Grand Champion's cock buried in him was a rush he'd scarcely felt before.
"Now, you've got to be extra quiet for me, alright? If someone finds us, there will be no question as to what we are doing." the Tyrant teasingly reminded him, his voice thick like honey as he whispered the command right into one of Green's soft ears, and couldn't help but grin nice and wide when he noticed that this little reminder earned a little tense and shiver from the smaller man.
"Yes, Sire." Green managed to whisper against the man, throbbing all the while from knowing he was soon to have the Tyrant's cock in him so candidly, throbbing and leaking all the while.
"Good. Now get ready to take me." the Tyrant said firmly, but without raising his voice above a whisper, taking his thick cock into his hand and guiding it between Green's soft, warm, and still fairly slickened ass. "Nnnhh…" the Tyrant couldn't help himself from moaning gently, his sensitive, throbbing, and desperate cockhead smearing against that tight entrance. Dragging that foreskin back and forth with little motions, the Tyrant smeared his spit and precum alike against the slightly loosened rim, letting the anticipation of being utterly claimed build within Green as he felt every strong, powerful throb of that glossy pink cockhead just waiting to slip inside.
"L-Levin… f-fuck…" Green panted out through gritted teeth as that pulsing warmth pressed more and more against his entrance until it slipped in, the size intense as always, but the raw desperation to have every damned ilm of his liege hilted and fucking him made the adjustment to the Tyrant's impressive size fairly manageable.
It was big, yes… really fucking big… but the overwhelming intensity of that initial penetration quickly melted into that mind-buzzingly powerful feeling of near overstimulation. Green couldn't control his breaths, chest shuddering and inhalations shaky as ilm after ilm after ilm of his king slid into him. Thunderous heavens, Green wanted to moan… wanted to whine, wanted to mewl, wanted to make any noise in the intense surge of sensation that was the Champion's gratuitous length nearly bottoming out within him.
But he couldn't. No, he had to restrain himself, lest someone get curious why it sounded like someone was being fucked right outside the club.
Having to redouble his grip on the Tyrant's shoulders to keep from completely collapsing, Green's eyelids fluttered involuntarily, his tummy tightened up with gentle shudders, and his toes clenched hard as that drooling, pulsing cockhead pressed deep inside of him— and spread his clenching walls and massaged so fucking perfectly into his throbby prostate.
"Nnnh… go on… take me all the way." the Tyrant groaned, having to do his best to keep his own voice low and measured as more and more tight, gripping heat enveloped his achingly hard cock and squeezed him alongside each of Green's shudders.
Panting with equal parts stimulation and lust, Green lowered himself further down the Tyrant's generous length, and thanks to their forced proximity in the front seat of the T1RANT, the two of them now were looking one another right in the eyes. This gave the Tyrant the absolute horniest view of the Shetona's facial expressions, shifting through intensity, pleasure, fullness, and struggling to restrain his noises as he began to roll his hips gently.
Though, as much as the sight of Green fighting against the pleasure and heft of his length was a more alluring show to the Tyrant than any dance performance he'd done, the Tyrant was horny, and the Tyrant wanted Green— in every sense that entailed. And now, that manifested in the Tyrant working a free hand up from Green's ass, and taking a firm handful of his hair, soft and fluffy thanks to all of the products and care he used; and with this firm grip, guided the smaller man's face towards his own and once again pressed his lips against Green's.
The grip alone got Green quite noisy, but thankfully the whines and moans had trouble escaping their kiss, and the Tyrant began to roll his own hips as he entirely took his trophy how he wanted, the gentle grinding of that cock a reminder to Green that he was to continue bouncing and fucking himself on that powerful cock.
Green happily and hungrily fell into the kiss, meeting the Tyrant's tongue and enjoying how it played with his own— Green squirming in utter delight from being claimed in so powerful a manner, and the Tyrant himself finding that the thrill and horniness of all but tonguefucking the smaller Cruiserweight fighter in the front seat of his car only made him want more.
"Rrrh… fuck, I want you to ride me. I want to see and feel you bouncing on me nice and deep." the Tyrant huffed, voice hot and breathy as he broke their intense kiss with a backwards tug on Green's hair. Green couldn't help but let his eyelids flutter heavily as the gravelly voice whispered right into his sensitive ear, feeling wonderfully deep in that half-lucid state where nothing mattered but being 'good' for the Tyrant.
Already, Green tried lifting his soft but strong thighs up and down in the Tyrant's lap to better ride him, as requested, but the little space offered by the T1RANT's front seat made it rather difficult. Though, the Tyrant already had something else in mind when he suggested this, and reclined the seat back as much as it was able, causing him to be mostly horizontal, and giving Green a much more traditional position to sit atop and ride his liege.
In this new position, the two had no choice but to give up on their kiss, but it allowed Green to get much more leverage against the Tyrant while he rolled his hips up and down, and it also afforded Green an amazing sight. Placing his hands on the man's thick, ample pectorals to give himself the most support to bounce on his cock, Green saw the still half-clothed Tyrant beneath him, looking both hungry to take him, and lost in the pleasure of having his cock so expertly massaged and tended to by his tight hole.
It did make Green a bit more aware of his surroundings though, as without the sturdy, bulky body of the muscular Tyrant giving him something to bury himself into, the fact that he was taking eight ilms of fat Eldite cock in a convertible in a dance club parking lot only became yet more apparent to him. With one more look around, Green double checked to ensure that there weren't any stray club-goers that might discover them, but once firm, strong fingers began to grip at his soft thighs and the Tyrant gently prodded at his prostate with some soft thrusts, Green knew he couldn't resist any longer. As much as the Tyrant had ordered him to take him, ride him, and serve him, Green wanted it just as badly; so worked up and horny that he could think of little else besides making himself and the King of the Arcadion feel as good as possible.
All but forced to forget about how they could be discovered at any moment, Green moaned aloud as that thick cockhead pressed in and against his prostate in the most amazing way, as well as from the firmness of the grip of those hands around his thighs — before he reminded himself to be quiet. Though even as he struggled to remain entirely quiet, Green began to ride the Tyrant in earnest, fully making use of his now reclined position to slide his hips up and down, and welcome every ilm of that impressive cock in and out of him.
As for the Tyrant, the thrill of being able to fuck and claim his 'trophy' in such a manner, right the the front seat of his car and so openly was one of the hottest things he'd ever done. Watching that subby Shetona bounce on him, reveling in his blushing, overwhelmed expression as he fucked himself on that cock, made it hard even for the Tyrant to hold his moans back. Myriad rumbles and warm, pleasured sounds slipped through his gritted teeth while his abs tensed from the electric sensation of those walls smothering his almost unbearably hard cock. The Tyrant's toes clenched and splayed within his boots and his fingers dug into Green's thighs as his obedient, but delightfully whorish trophy bounced as passionately and desperately on the Tyrant's length as he was able to given their circumstances.
The Tyrant did his best to fuck 'into' Green as well from his reclined position, eager to meet the man's rolling hip motions as well as bring himself closer to the edge in kind. The T1RANT itself was swaying from the relative vigor of their fucking, and while it was all certainly made more awkward from being stuffed into the driver's seat of said low-rider, fuck if it didn't feel amazing.
Amazing to feel himself taken down to his base by the needy Shetona, the man's cock slapping his abs alongside every bounce— and just as amazing for Green was well. And although the Tyrant was honestly enjoying the mess Green's copiously leaking cock was making, slathering his abs in precum and drooling strands and webs of the liquid arousal all over him, the thrill of it all was getting the Tyrant to the edge rather quickly…
Dancing Green had to take one of his hands from its place atop the Tyrant's chest and press the back of it to his mouth in order to suppress the noises he began to spill once a a nice, tight, firm grip encircled his aching, needy cock. And now the Tyrant got to watch as Green struggled atop him, eyes fully unfocused and body quivering as he was played with and used in so many ways; and Levin was it so unbelievably hot to watch him lose himself to it all.
Because of the Tyrant's desire to remain relatively quiet, as well as how surprisingly quickly it snuck up on him, Green was not given much of a warning as his slutty cock-riding sent his liege over the edge. An increase in the speed of his deep panting, an expression of intense pleasure, and those fingers digging into Green's thighs deeper were the only forewarnings the Tyrant gave before he began to cum.
Clenching his teeth to keep himself as quiet as possible, but still filling the air with a slew of grunts, the Tyrant came, and came hard while being ridden by Green— and even with all of his martial expertise and the unmatched extent to which he'd honed his body, the Tyrant was nothing but rhythmically quaking, tensing, throbbing, shuddering motion as he spilled all of his essence and vigor into Green's warm depths.
Wanting… no, needing to cum alongside his liege, Green adjusted his angle slightly so that his bouncing, rolling motions better pressed the Tyrant's amazingly thick cock into his sweet spot all the better— which, when coupled with all of the warmth gushing deeply into his stomach, and the way that the Tyrant fucking throbbed when he was cumming ensured that it didn't take Green long to join the King of the Arcadion in orgasmic bliss.
Though, thanks to getting so swept up in the moment, and in the rush and urgency with which his body was screaming for him to reach his desperate climax, Green failed to remember that they were still in the front seat of the Tyrant's car. Although Green was able to bite down on the back of his hand to keep most of his stuttery, overwhelmed moaning suppressed, thick, warm rope after thick, warm rope of messy Shetona cum splattered the Tyrant all over, as well as the leather seats in the T1RANT.
Nevertheless, Green's expression was left totally and utterly blissed out, the dizzily smiling Cruiserweight fighter panting and wearing the warmest blush of the night so far atop the Tyrant. Green felt a few more slow, teasing strokes of his cock that were half out of inertia, and half to help milk the last remaining drops of cum from his now sated maleness, before it was let go, Green humming and sinking into the all-enveloping warmth of the moment…
Before he opened his eyes, remembered that anyone could come out of the club's backdoor at any moment and discover them— or even someone simply wandering around the parking lot. And then, after this slightly shocking thought, he looked down at the Tyrant, who now alongside some of his car, was fairly painted with cum.
Seeing Green's surprised face and all the thoughts that must be rushing though his mind, the Tyrant simply chuckled warmly, pulling the lever next to the seat to un-recline himself. And then, encircling his arms around the small of Green's back , brought his lips close to the Shetona's.
"Heh, don't worry about it." the Tyrant soothed gently, thumb working softly against Green's skin before he kissed him softly, the tenderness of their afterglows cooling the passion of the kiss as compared to their earlier ones. It was more affectionate and appreciative than anything else, a little gesture to let them speak how their hearts felt in that moment, without the need for words.
"In the glove compartment behind you… there's a few napkins. Can you grab a few?" the Tyrant asked, smiling all the while. Green nodded, turning behind himself to open the surprisingly neat compartment and grab a few napkins.
After handing them to the Tyrant, Green shivered a little in oversensitivity as his softening cock was wiped down, the Tyrant gently dabbing over him with a napkin— and then moving on to a few other errant places where some cum had found its way onto his body.
It was a gentle and honestly quite tender gesture, and the Tyrant had cleaned Green up pretty well after a few minutes… though this left Green with a curious look on his face, seeing that the Tyrant wasn't wiping himself off.
"Don't worry about me… or the T1RANT. I can get the two of us cleaned up." he explained with a smile, though of course he also had no qualms with wearing Green's mess like this, even if it was not entirely in private. "You, on the other hand, still have a party to attend to."
"O-oh! Yeah, right." Green replied, eyebrows raising as this helped reality sink back in for him despite the weight of his afterglow… and also remember he was only supposed to be gone for a few minutes. How long had it been exactly…?
"Sit up a little." the Tyrant said, and reluctantly but gently pulled out of Green once the man had given him a better angle. Green himself shivered and sighed softly as the thickness of the Tyrant's cock popped free from him with a relatively slick sound, and he felt a trickle of warmth follow it.
"Thunderous heavens, you're fucking cute Eheeya." the Tyrant hummed out at his little reaction as be began to press another napkin to that lightly sore entrance. This only got Green to blush much harder than ever thanks to the Tyrant using his real name, and in such an intimate and tender moment no less. Green couldn't keep his gaze on the Eldite, and his heart absolutely pounded in his chest as he continued to wordlessly hold onto the Tyrant for support.
And Green continued to softly sigh and quiver against the Tyrant as his hole and thighs were gently wiped, before finally he'd been sufficiently cleaned up. Green might need to abstain from dancing for the rest of the night, though…
"Talk to you soon, okay?" the Tyrant said breaking the silence as Green awkwardly tugged his smalls and trousers back up, and shakily stepping out of the car.
"Yeah. I'd like that." Green smiled, watching the Tyrant do his best to maintain his debonair affectation whilst struggling to redress in the car himself.
And then, with little more than another nod, Dancing Green watched as the T1RANT revved to life, and pulled away, driving back into the night of Solution 9.