Abel still has the same suit he'd been wearing from the cruise, the inseam shorter than the shorts he wears for work, lined for that tiniest bit of modesty and comfort. But he's neglected to take his white tshirt off and its sticking to him, practically transparent.
He hadn't waited long, actually. He'd expected him to be late and had taken a quick shower before he'd come down even if he's sure that he'd need to take one after.
When he does show, Abel's smile is still just as delighted to see him as if he didn't know they're playing a game. "I think I can. I just have to figure out how to make it worth it to you."
He looks good. Not good enough to get wet over. Not yet. He puts a hand on his hip and cocks his head to one side, still smiling.
"Well, go on then, don't make me wait. I get bored terribly easily, you know." A cat is still a cat, after all. Especially when it's about something he's not too enthused about to begin with.
This is a bit more public than he would normally feel comfortable with, but being closer to dinner the space is thankfully empty. He considers CK a moment before taking a deep breath, resting his head back against the lip of the tub with his one arm underneath it.
The other finds it's way to his chest, slowly trailing down his torso, the wet fabric gathered up from the jetted water just above his navel. But his hand doesn't stop there, legs spreading just so, visible through the clear water as his hand settles over his groin, giving himself a squeeze.
"I suppose you'd only have to get your legs wet, if you wanted to play with me. But then I couldn't show you how long I can hold my breath, and I was looking forward to it."
The man standing over him watches, his pupils dilating until his eyes are dark with desire. The suit he's wearing does nothing to hide the other way his body's reacting, either, as he starts to feel his blood rush south. He lets his own hands wander, over his abs and down his belly, hovering just above his own groin.
"Or-" his voice is low and husky "-you can keep doing what you're doing, and I get to enjoy watching." Going to have to try harder than that, Abel.
"Oh, did you like that?" He asks softly, his face flushed as his eyes quickly check the door, just in case before they're back on him. He starts to rub at his thigh instead, head falling to the side with a sigh.
"That's a shame. I think I'm starting to lose my inspiration."
"Oh, don't lie to me." The Cat King walks around until he can crouch being Abel, and reach out to run his fingers through his hair. "Like you could be uninspired, when anyone could walk in that door and see you. Us. Who knows?" He leans closer, voice dropping lower. "Maybe they'd just wait there, watching, hand down their own pants. Or maybe they'd join us..."
It's a test. He saw that glance towards the door. He wants to see if Abel really is as easy to rev up as he appears, or if it's part of an act. Right now, he wants something from the Cat King. If he can't keep it together now, he's needier than a queen in heat. And that's worth knowing.
The fear of getting caught is very real, but what he says and how that plays out in his mind has that flush creeping down his neck, his teeth catching his scar between them.
His head turns, raising so he can press his cheek to the Cat King's, trying to steady his breath. What he's saying out loud feels like an echo of how he talks to himself in his head and it's enough to make him stupid, though that doesnt exactly take much. Abel wants, and CK seems interested in giving to him, "you promise?"
He almost doesn't believe it. This is turning into an entirely different kind of game, one less about the water and more about seeing how far he can take this.
"Of course. Look at how pretty you are, flushed like that. How could they help themselves? Maybe they're watching right now, waiting for you to put on a show for them." He nuzzles Abel's cheek, catching his earlobe in a playful nip. "Maybe they've been thinking about you for a while, and are just too shy. Or maybe you've... awakened something in them they've never felt before. Maybe they're scared to be seen, too, but they can't stop themselves from watching, and their dick is so hard and aching..."
So what if he's breathing faster, too? If the half-chub in his shorts is very quickly growing? He's in control here, and that's the important thing.
"I bet they're imagining how good your tight little ass would feel."
That hand at his thigh is shifting up, slipping into his shorts as CK continues to whisper in his ear. There's a reason that he generally doesn't voice these things aloud, make them feel more real. He'll start to think about it more intensely.
And as he continued to talk, Abel gets his fist around his dick and doesn't even ask if he's allowed. He hasn't played those kind of games before and doesn't question whether he should or not.
His breath is already stuttering, but he knows this one, its just missing some parts and he cant help but add to it, words barely a whisper.
"A-and they would never know...that I touch myself thinking about them too. In the shower, in bed...when im trying to work, I can't stop thinking about it..."
"Hey, now," the Cat King's voice is gentle, but he twists his fingers in Abel's hair and gives a little tug. "I didn't say you could touch, did I?"
With how this is going, the little slut is going to find being told not to touch almost more arousing than being able to jerk off. He can't help but smile.
"I wonder if they'd be willing to share your pretty little ass. Have you ever done that? Two cocks inside you, you sandwiched in between? We'd take turns kissing each other and kissing you, if you can even breath while getting fucked that hard. We might need to put a tight little cockring on you, keep you from going off on us before we're ready."
The sharp tug gets him to gasp, sharper than he's used to, except he likes it, paired with the soft voice. "You never said I couldnt," is his return, though his hand stills, fist still tight around himself but unmoving. You have to punish him a little more than that to get him to stop, CK.
Except what he says next has him practically whimpering, shaking his head, "no, but I want it." Has wanted it for years and considered asking. He could ask Cain to share him with Blitz, but he hadn't exactly worked up the courage for that, and here CK is just preaching to the choir, breath heavy and cock hard in his hand.
"You do, don't you. You want it so much you're gagging for it. And I want to give it to you." He tilts Abel's head back and runs a finger down his throat.
"If I let you keep that up, you'll come right here in the hot tub, won't you? You can hardly help yourself. Fuck, you'd even look gorgeous in a collar." But he laughs, like he's only joking. Even if it's true. "You know, I wasn't going to fight you that hard, so long as I got to fuck you in the end, but I like this better. Now move your hand. Only I get to touch you, right now." There's a firmer tone to his voice now. Not unkind, but a sharp little promise that he won't ask a third time.
While Abel is half desperate for it, he's certainly defiant, his hand stays where it is, blinking his eyes open to look up at the other man, and If he leans back enough he can see as he's crouching how invested he is in this too.
"Get in the water with me and I'll stop touching myself," for emphasis his thumb pulls the fabric of his shorts down enough that he can see that his hand is very slowly pulling at his dick, biting back another desperate sound.
Ah, there's the limit. The backbone. That's good to know. Maybe he'll push him farther, see how far he can take it with his voice alone, but right now his curiosity is sated. "Get in the water and do what, spank you for breaking the rules?" It has promise, he won't lie. Not his usual thing, but he's all about fulfilling fantasies, so whether it's a joke or a suggestion all depends on Abel's reaction.
"God you have a pretty mouth. I bet you'd love showing a crowd what kind of magic it can do around my cock." He shakes his head and stands, walking around to where the steps lead into the tub, showing off his own erection.
He almost laughs, because he hadn't been expecting it, "what rules?" There hadn't been any, and while he isn't sure if he would like being spanked, he isn't entirely against it.
The more satisfying reaction is when Abel finally sits up watching CK make his slow stroll around, practically squirming as the image of sucking dick for an audience takes his focus away for a long moment, licking his lips as he shifts forward so he's closer to the steps, waiting for him. He would be horrified, having so many people see what he wants to do and have done to him in private but when he says it like that, it makes him wonder how freeing that might feel, to not be ashamed and he wants that.
"An audience of one, maybe. And I don't do magic, I worship, thank you."
"Oh? You don't think people would pay to get to see you fingering yourself on stage as you worship?" He grins, letting the spanking question go for now, and slowly steps down. One step, exactly. He tugs at his trunks, pushing them aside to free his erection.
"That's something I'd like a preview of, actually." More of a demand than a suggestion. He got his feet in the water. Now give him incentive for more.
He'd barely managed to sing karaoke while drunk, practiced pole dancing absolutely trashed on new years eve. Being lewd and sexual in front of a crowd, on some kind of stage, just the idea of it has him dipping his head a little, eyebrows knit before he can push the fear aside. It's just a fantasy, it isn't real, it can't hurt him.
"Because you asked so nicely...maybe I will." He closes the gap, kneeling on the bottom step below him to catch both hands on the fabric, pulling it down more so that he can get his face in close, nose pressed against his hard dick, nuzzling into his balls before he starts leaving little biting kisses on his inner thighs.
The Cat King is an observant sort. He catches that, makes a note. Adjusts. "What about for an audience of two? I bet that mouth is even sweeter when you're being filled from behind." He shudders at Abel's touch and strokes his hair gently. "I'd hold you here just like this as he prepared you. How many fingers can you take, Abel? Three? Four?"
He wants to see Abel on the back foot again before he goes a step farther.
Abel swallows, pausing for a few short moments as the image passes through his mind before he turns his head just so and catches the barest brush of teeth on his balls before sucking on the pair. This is obviously the right direction.
The Cat King groans, shivering at the feel of teeth on his balls, of his gentle sucking. Well now. Abel wasn't all talk, was he? That gets him one more step, slowly, so as not to surprise him.
"And then you'd be skewered between us, being rocked back and forth as we fucked you from both ends."
Abel is going to break the rules, because he can't not when so very clearly something he's been dreaming about for years is said in all it's filthy glory out loud. One hand slips up and around, gripping CK's ass to keep him close and now half floating in the water before he takes the other man's cock in his mouth and starts indulging.
His other hand finds his own dick, none to gentle with it as he tries his best to swallow around his mouthful.
CK lets him, grip tightening on his hair, as he thrusts into his mouth none too gently. "He'd grab you from behind like this and pull, making you arch that pretty back so he can hit deeper," he murmurs. "And I would fuck your face so hard that you couldn't breathe. You'd be helpless between us, gasping, lightheaded, euphoric, and filled to bursting."
He isn't used to it being quiet so rough, not since that first time where he'd smacked Cain and told him to he nicer. But at the moment he doesn't quiet mind. There's some place in his head that feels like this is what he needs, to be used like this and forget why it's something he should be ashamed of, any bruises a reminder of what he's done.
He sucks in a desperate half breath through his nose, the other man's dick hitting the back of his throat, and God he wants more. His hand, still wet from the warm water inches between his cheeks, tracing his seam while gripping his own dick more tightly, the rhythm in time with the snap of CK's hips.
The Cat King can be gentle when he needs to be, but he doesn't think that's what Abel wants or needs right now. Not when he's responding this beautifully to the fantasy of being used as a fucktoy. He closes his eyes, shuddering as he gives that wonderful, talented mouth a good few thrusts.
But he makes himself hold back, pausing to reach down and flick the arm Abel's using to jerk himself off before gripping it firmly. "I thought I told you to save that for me."
There is immediate resistance followed by a groan that borders on a growl, the vibration of it tickling at the dick filling his mouth.
He doesn't pull back but he does look up with that defiance in his eyes as he fights the other man's grip. The hand at CK's ass holds him steady, keeping that eye contact and slowing the rhythm to a crawl, looking pretty with each dip and Bob of his head, never loosing eye contact.
The message is clear of 'you don't tell me what to do while you've got your dick in my mouth.'
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Date: 2025-01-27 06:34 pm (UTC)He hadn't waited long, actually. He'd expected him to be late and had taken a quick shower before he'd come down even if he's sure that he'd need to take one after.
When he does show, Abel's smile is still just as delighted to see him as if he didn't know they're playing a game. "I think I can. I just have to figure out how to make it worth it to you."
Re: NSFW
Date: 2025-01-27 06:53 pm (UTC)"Well, go on then, don't make me wait. I get bored terribly easily, you know." A cat is still a cat, after all. Especially when it's about something he's not too enthused about to begin with.
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Date: 2025-01-27 07:03 pm (UTC)The other finds it's way to his chest, slowly trailing down his torso, the wet fabric gathered up from the jetted water just above his navel. But his hand doesn't stop there, legs spreading just so, visible through the clear water as his hand settles over his groin, giving himself a squeeze.
"I suppose you'd only have to get your legs wet, if you wanted to play with me. But then I couldn't show you how long I can hold my breath, and I was looking forward to it."
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Date: 2025-01-27 07:17 pm (UTC)"Or-" his voice is low and husky "-you can keep doing what you're doing, and I get to enjoy watching." Going to have to try harder than that, Abel.
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Date: 2025-01-27 07:24 pm (UTC)"That's a shame. I think I'm starting to lose my inspiration."
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Date: 2025-01-27 07:40 pm (UTC)It's a test. He saw that glance towards the door. He wants to see if Abel really is as easy to rev up as he appears, or if it's part of an act. Right now, he wants something from the Cat King. If he can't keep it together now, he's needier than a queen in heat. And that's worth knowing.
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Date: 2025-01-27 07:51 pm (UTC)His head turns, raising so he can press his cheek to the Cat King's, trying to steady his breath. What he's saying out loud feels like an echo of how he talks to himself in his head and it's enough to make him stupid, though that doesnt exactly take much. Abel wants, and CK seems interested in giving to him, "you promise?"
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Date: 2025-01-27 08:07 pm (UTC)"Of course. Look at how pretty you are, flushed like that. How could they help themselves? Maybe they're watching right now, waiting for you to put on a show for them." He nuzzles Abel's cheek, catching his earlobe in a playful nip. "Maybe they've been thinking about you for a while, and are just too shy. Or maybe you've... awakened something in them they've never felt before. Maybe they're scared to be seen, too, but they can't stop themselves from watching, and their dick is so hard and aching..."
So what if he's breathing faster, too? If the half-chub in his shorts is very quickly growing? He's in control here, and that's the important thing.
"I bet they're imagining how good your tight little ass would feel."
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Date: 2025-01-27 08:17 pm (UTC)And as he continued to talk, Abel gets his fist around his dick and doesn't even ask if he's allowed. He hasn't played those kind of games before and doesn't question whether he should or not.
His breath is already stuttering, but he knows this one, its just missing some parts and he cant help but add to it, words barely a whisper.
"A-and they would never know...that I touch myself thinking about them too. In the shower, in bed...when im trying to work, I can't stop thinking about it..."
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Date: 2025-01-27 08:32 pm (UTC)With how this is going, the little slut is going to find being told not to touch almost more arousing than being able to jerk off. He can't help but smile.
"I wonder if they'd be willing to share your pretty little ass. Have you ever done that? Two cocks inside you, you sandwiched in between? We'd take turns kissing each other and kissing you, if you can even breath while getting fucked that hard. We might need to put a tight little cockring on you, keep you from going off on us before we're ready."
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Date: 2025-01-27 08:39 pm (UTC)Except what he says next has him practically whimpering, shaking his head, "no, but I want it." Has wanted it for years and considered asking. He could ask Cain to share him with Blitz, but he hadn't exactly worked up the courage for that, and here CK is just preaching to the choir, breath heavy and cock hard in his hand.
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Date: 2025-01-27 08:49 pm (UTC)"If I let you keep that up, you'll come right here in the hot tub, won't you? You can hardly help yourself. Fuck, you'd even look gorgeous in a collar." But he laughs, like he's only joking. Even if it's true. "You know, I wasn't going to fight you that hard, so long as I got to fuck you in the end, but I like this better. Now move your hand. Only I get to touch you, right now." There's a firmer tone to his voice now. Not unkind, but a sharp little promise that he won't ask a third time.
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Date: 2025-01-27 09:00 pm (UTC)"Get in the water with me and I'll stop touching myself," for emphasis his thumb pulls the fabric of his shorts down enough that he can see that his hand is very slowly pulling at his dick, biting back another desperate sound.
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Date: 2025-01-27 09:11 pm (UTC)"God you have a pretty mouth. I bet you'd love showing a crowd what kind of magic it can do around my cock." He shakes his head and stands, walking around to where the steps lead into the tub, showing off his own erection.
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Date: 2025-01-27 09:24 pm (UTC)The more satisfying reaction is when Abel finally sits up watching CK make his slow stroll around, practically squirming as the image of sucking dick for an audience takes his focus away for a long moment, licking his lips as he shifts forward so he's closer to the steps, waiting for him. He would be horrified, having so many people see what he wants to do and have done to him in private but when he says it like that, it makes him wonder how freeing that might feel, to not be ashamed and he wants that.
"An audience of one, maybe. And I don't do magic, I worship, thank you."
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Date: 2025-01-27 09:30 pm (UTC)"That's something I'd like a preview of, actually." More of a demand than a suggestion. He got his feet in the water. Now give him incentive for more.
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Date: 2025-01-27 09:40 pm (UTC)"Because you asked so nicely...maybe I will." He closes the gap, kneeling on the bottom step below him to catch both hands on the fabric, pulling it down more so that he can get his face in close, nose pressed against his hard dick, nuzzling into his balls before he starts leaving little biting kisses on his inner thighs.
If he wants more he needs to get in deeper.
Re: NSFW
Date: 2025-01-27 09:49 pm (UTC)He wants to see Abel on the back foot again before he goes a step farther.
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Date: 2025-01-27 09:57 pm (UTC)"As many as you both would want me to."
Re: NSFW
Date: 2025-01-27 10:15 pm (UTC)"And then you'd be skewered between us, being rocked back and forth as we fucked you from both ends."
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Date: 2025-01-27 10:22 pm (UTC)His other hand finds his own dick, none to gentle with it as he tries his best to swallow around his mouthful.
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Date: 2025-01-27 10:30 pm (UTC)Re: NSFW
Date: 2025-01-27 10:36 pm (UTC)He sucks in a desperate half breath through his nose, the other man's dick hitting the back of his throat, and God he wants more. His hand, still wet from the warm water inches between his cheeks, tracing his seam while gripping his own dick more tightly, the rhythm in time with the snap of CK's hips.
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Date: 2025-01-29 01:18 pm (UTC)But he makes himself hold back, pausing to reach down and flick the arm Abel's using to jerk himself off before gripping it firmly. "I thought I told you to save that for me."
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Date: 2025-01-29 02:13 pm (UTC)He doesn't pull back but he does look up with that defiance in his eyes as he fights the other man's grip. The hand at CK's ass holds him steady, keeping that eye contact and slowing the rhythm to a crawl, looking pretty with each dip and Bob of his head, never loosing eye contact.
The message is clear of 'you don't tell me what to do while you've got your dick in my mouth.'
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