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Chris knew from the moment he first saw Mika tonight that he was up to something. When Mika catches his eye through the crowds of people and flashes him a familiar, sly grin, jerks his head in a quick nod to call him over, Chris doesn’t hesitate to make his way over. He’s not really sure what Mika has in mind—they had been firmly instructed to keep things appropriate at Casino Night—but he’s definitely interested in whatever he has to offer, NDAs be damned.
As he weaves through the crowd, eyes set on Mika, he can’t help but marvel once again at how fucking good he looks tonight. His dark suit is perfectly fitted, hugging his thick thighs and ass like a dream; his hair is elegantly woven into 3 tight braids which meet in the back of his head. He looks like something out of a magazine, with his long lashes and bright smile, and Chris can’t wait to get his hands on him.
By the time he reaches Mika, he finds himself struggling to stop himself from touching him. They’d both agreed to listen to the warning for tonight and save it for later, but God, Mika was testing him. He’s able to distract himself, however, when Mika smiles at him and says, “I have a surprise for you.”
Chris’s mind immediately starts cycling through all the possibilities of what that could possibly mean, but he reins it in long enough to lick his lips and ask, “And what would that be?”
Mika’s grin widens. He leans in closer then, and his lips are right next to Chris’s ear when he says, “I’m wearing a plug right now.”
Chris freezes. A surge of heat spreads throughout his body, and before he can come up with a response, Mika continues.
“The big, black one,” he clarifies, and Chris knows exactly which plug he’s talking about, can picture its thick, silicon form. It always leaves him perfectly stretched, just enough for Chris to slide in easily. He knows it’s Chris’s favorite.
Mika pulls away then. “Just thought you might wanna know. I gotta get back to the blackjack table now.”
Chris balks at that. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
Mika smiles and shrugs as if to say maybe so, and then he’s turning and picking his way through the crowd, leaving Chris to stew in his own arousal as he shamelessly stares at Mika’s ass walking away.
Chris spends the rest of the night trying to distract himself, but his eyes and thoughts keep getting dragged back to Mika, as they often are anyway. He needs to get his hands in that perfectly styled hair and mess it up, needs to bend him over and pull out that plug to fuck him senseless. The night seems to drag on forever, as he spends most of it staring at Mika from a distance, almost dazed by how much he wants him.
When things are finally drawing to a close, they gravitate toward each other naturally like always, and the ride back to Mika’s place is tense, anticipation thrumming underneath their light banter. As soon as they make it through the door, though, all bets are off. He gets his hands on Mika’s shoulders right away, pushing him back toward the wall of the entryway and kicking the door shut behind them. Mika laughs when his back hits the wall. “Feeling a little worked up there, Kreids?”
“You,” Chris says, glaring, “are such an asshole.”
Mika laughs again, and Chris reaches around to tug out the hair tie holding Mika’s braids together like he’s wanted to do all night. Carelessly tossing it aside, he leans in and kisses Mika, pressing their bodies together firmly. The kiss is deep and intense, Chris putting hours of frustration into it while he brings up his hands to push his fingers into the braids on each side of Mika’s head, blindly tugging them out. After he takes out the third, he runs his fingers through Mika’s hair one last time before he pulls back to look at him with his hair down.
Just like Chris had predicted, the braids have retained their form slightly, and Mika’s hair falls in loose waves and gentle curls around his flushed face as he pants with arousal. He looks fucking stunning; Chris can’t help but whisper a quiet “Fuck” as he looks him over. He can feel Mika’s erection straining desperately through those ridiculously tight pants, pressing against his own, and it’s enough to spring him back into action. He reaches between them to grope at Mika’s dick, pressing and squeezing hard to draw a soft, needy sound from Mika. With his other hand, he gets his fingers back into Mika’s hair, pulling it back from his face so he can properly see his expression.
“God, babe, you look so fucking good tonight,” he murmurs as he watches Mika’s eyelashes flutter as he shuts them in pleasure. “Drove me crazy.”
Mika’s pink lips pull apart into a perfect ‘o’ when Chris roughly works his pants open and shoves his hand in, immediately starting to stroke.
“And then with the plug—I had to stop myself from going and bending you over that fucking blackjack table all night; I wanted you so bad.”
He keeps up a fast pace with his strokes, his grip tight, and maybe Mika’s felt just as pent up as Chris has, because he’s already looking wrecked by Chris’s attention and his praise.
“Did you like knowing I was looking at you all night? That I couldn’t stop thinking about that plug in your ass, about how easy I’d be able to fuck you tonight?”
Mika nods, voice breathy as he responds, “Fuck, yeah, I—ah!—wanted to look good for you, wanted you to fuck me hard tonight.”
Chris grins. “Yeah? You want my cock, babe?”
Mika shudders at that, nodding as he says, “God, yes.”
“You’re not getting it yet. Not after teasing me like that.”
With that, Chris pulls them away from the wall and leads them to Mika’s bedroom, stopping to press him against the wall and kiss him hard a couple times along the way. When they make it in, Chris immediately starts tugging at Mika’s suit jacket impatiently until the other man bats his hands away to do it himself. In the meantime, he pulls off his own clothes hastily, only just now starting to realize how overheated he was in that suit. Once his clothes are in a pile on the ground, he looks up just in time to see Mika shoving his pants down, revealing a tiny pair of panties being stretched to their limit by his dick. Really, they’re just a small triangle of black stripes over mesh that almost resembles the pattern of his suit, held up by thin black straps which compliment the V of his hips perfectly. He’d been too distracted earlier to notice them when he had his hand down Mika’s pants, but now… Now, he can’t look away from them as Mika finally steps out of those tight pants.
“Panties? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Mika smiles wide, smug. “I said I wanted to look good for you. Like ‘em?”
“You—fuck,” Chris cuts himself off and advances on Mika, kissing him hard as he pushes them back toward the bed, letting Mika fall onto it when he reaches it. Mika pulls himself up the bed and leans back on his elbows, staring at Chris, and Chris is once again floored by how beautiful he looks, lying back in bed like this, hair tousled and dick straining against his panties, leaving a dark spot in the fabric. Chris crawls up the bed after him until he’s poised over Mika, leaning down to kiss him dirtily between words.
“You—are so—fucking hot—so pretty—God, I-I want—” Chris cuts off again, and Mika pulls back.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to turn over.”
Mika grins again. “I can do that.”
Chris leans back so that Mika can get on all fours, and he’s faced with the incredible sight of Mika’s ass in those panties. The straps on his hips skirt over the top of his ass to meet in a criss-cross pattern right above his hole, only one thin strap actually sitting atop the black base of the plug he’s wearing, and Chris thinks this might be the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t even think these can be called underwear.”
Mka laughs at that. “Well, I’m not wearing them for their practicality.”
“No, you’re not,” Chris comments absentmindedly before he finally reaches out and gets his hands on Mika’s ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh like he’s wanted to all night. That doesn’t hold his attention for very long though, not when the plug that’s been haunting him for hours is right there. He doesn’t even really need to pull the strap of the thong aside to get a hand on the base of it and start pulling it out, and his dick twitches as he watches Mika’s hole stretch around the wider portion of the plug, a soft whimper leaving Mika at the sensation. Chris doesn’t fully remove it though, not yet.
Instead, he slowly thrusts it in and out as he speaks. “God, I can’t believe you wore this all night.”
Mika drops his torso down to lay his head on his folded arms, hair spilling out around him. “I was thinking about you the whole time. Kept clenching around it, thinking about how much I wanted your dick instead.”
Chris thrusts the plug in particularly hard upon hearing that. “Fuck, you just can’t stand being empty, huh? Need that hole of yours filled up all the time?”
Mika whines, nodding jerkily, and Chris pulls the plug out.
“You gonna fill me up?” Mika asks, looking back hopefully. Chris smirks.
“Told you you’d have to wait for it, didn’t I?”
“God, Chris—ah!” Mika cuts off with a cry as Chris pulls aside the strap to lick a broad, wet stripe across Mika’s hole. He wastes no time before giving it all he’s got, lapping at his hole and gripping his ass tightly to spread his cheeks for better access. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the telltale tightening of the comforter that tells him Mika is clutching it desperately as he lets out soft, breathy whimpers. After a few moments, he focuses on pointing the tip of his tongue to lightly flick over Mika’s entrance a few times before he shoves it in with one smooth push. Mika keens, thighs starting to tremble, as Chris begins fucking him with his tongue, making a wet mess of his already slick, stretched hole. Chris marvels at how easily Mika takes him, and his dick twitches as he imagines fucking into that wet heat.
He keeps it up for a while, drawing more needy sounds from Mika until he notices Mika’s position shift, and he glances to the side to see Mika’s arm sliding under his body to get a hand on his dick. He pulls back immediately, and he can’t help but smile when he sees Mika’s hips bucking back to chase him, that desperate to keep him inside. It only distracts him for a moment, though, before he’s reaching around to bat Mika’s hand away despite his whine at the loss. Mika knows better than that.
“Getting greedy?” Chris asks with a wicked grin, squeezing hard in warning with the hand still on Mika’s ass.
Mika’s voice is almost petulant as he responds, “Fucking—c’mon, Kreids, I need—”
“What? You want more, babe?”
Chris almost misses the frustrated, weak nod Mika gives in response because he’s so distracted by the slick shine of his own spit dripping down Mika’s ass to his inner thighs, the way Mika’s hole clenches around nothing. He spits on Mika’s hole and uses his thumb to slowly rub and push it in with a hum, considering.
“Alright, alright,” he starts, and he can see some tension seep out of Mika’s body before he continues, “You want more? You can come get it.”
With that, he pulls Mika to turn him around and switch their positions so that Mika is straddling him as he leans back against a pile of pillows.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Mika grumbles as he settles above Chris’s dick, but his performative anger is betrayed by a poorly hidden smile.
Chris laughs, running his hands up the soft flesh of Mika’s thighs to snap the straps of his panties. “I don’t remember you feeling that way last week. In fact, I seem to remember you begging to ride my dick.”
“Fuck off,” Mika mumbles, drawing another laugh from Chris as Mika leans over to his nightstand to grab the lube still left out on its surface. He quickly pours some into his hand before reaching between his thighs to smear it on Chris’s dick, and, eager to move things forward, he lines it up with his hole. He takes it slowly, biting his lip and quietly groaning with every inch. Chris slides in easily, Mika’s hole as stretched and slicked as it is, and he can’t help but groan too when Mika is fully settled on his dick, overwhelmed by that wet heat. For what must be the thousandth time that night, he’s stricken by how beautiful Mika looks, wavy hair half tucked behind his ear, thick thighs spread wide, the dark spot on his panties having grown considerably.
All he can do is stare for a moment before Mika starts up a slow roll of his hips, alternating between rocking back and forth and working in a slow circle as he leans in to kiss Chris deeply. Chris reaches around to grip Mika’s ass, feeling the muscle work as he helps guide him in that slow rhythm. The hair that isn’t tucked behind Mika’s ear falls around them, swaying slowly in tandem with him. Eventually, Mika pulls back with a smile on his face, wrinkling his nose with a laugh as he says, “You taste like lube.”
Chris scoffs. “Didn’t hear you complaining when I had my tongue in your ass.”
Mika doesn’t dignify that with a response, instead opting to plant a hand firmly on Chris’s torso and change his approach, moving his hips up and down as he starts to ride Chris properly.
“Fuck yes,” is all Chris can grit out as Mika picks up the pace, mesmerized by the sight of Mika’s powerful thighs working. He tightens his grip on Mika’s ass to help lift him and pull him back down onto his dick, and the small gasps which leave Mika as he pulls him down make him look back up to his flushed face. Mika’s lips are parted with his panting, his eyes half-lidded as he stares down at Chris’s chest, completely focused on maintaining his rhythm; he makes no move to fix his hair as it falls from behind his ear in front of his face, sweat-damp waves moving with his hips.
That small detail sends a rush of arousal through Chris, and without even realizing it, he thrusts up into Mika as he comes down, drawing a sharp moan from the other man. After hearing that, there’s no slowing him down; he’s meeting every thrust down. Mika lifts his hand from Chris’s chest, licks it, and shoves it into his panties, pulling his dick out over the waistband so he can stroke in time with the rhythm they’ve created. Soon enough, his panting slips into continuous moaning and whimpers of Chris’s name, and Chris knows Mika’s getting close as he watches a drop of precum fall onto his stomach. He redoubles his efforts, picks up the pace.
“Getting close?” he asks, breathless.
Mika only nods, biting his lip hard, eyes closed. His hand moves faster now, jerking himself off frantically.
“Do it, Mika—c’mon, come for me.”
All it takes is a few more thrusts, and Mika goes rigid, arching his back with a loud cry, clenching hard around Chris’s dick as he comes all over his chest. Chris is tempted to fuck him through it, speed up and get himself off along with Mika, but Mika pants so beautifully as he collapses forward and puts his weight on Chris’s chest, tucks his head against his right shoulder. Chris stills his hips entirely. He doesn’t want this to be over yet.
He gives Mika a moment to catch his breath, runs a soothing hand over his back and presses a kiss to the top of his head. He’s careful with Mika as he pulls out and rolls them over so Mika’s the one on his back this time. Mika’s hair fans out around his flushed face, and the slightly dazed smile he wears makes Chris’s heart feel full. He goes easily when Mika pulls him down for a kiss, this one slower and softer than the others they’ve shared tonight. As they kiss, Mika slowly spreads his thighs to wrap them around Chris’s hips and pull him closer. Chris has to pull back when his still straining cock brushes against Mika’s ass, forcing him to remember himself. Mika’s smiling again, looking a bit more alert now.
“Gonna come in me this time?” he asks, and Chris’s dick twitches.
“
Fuck
—yeah, babe, I got you.” Chris wraps a hand around himself and uses the other to lift Mika’s thigh to get to his hole. He wastes no time in sliding home once he’s lined up, groaning when his hips meet Mika’s ass once more. He only pauses for a moment before he starts thrusting at a steady pace, still trying to take his time. Mika looks utterly indecent, idly pinching and tugging at one of his nipples as he watches Chris fuck him with dark eyes, spent cock rubbing a dribble of his own cum against his stomach with each thrust. Mika’s eyes settle on Chris’s cum-covered stomach, and he licks his lips before he leans up to run his fingers up Chris’s torso, through the mess he made.
Chris’s rhythm falters as he watches Mika bring his hand up to pink lips, sucking and licking his own cum off his fingers. He’s floored for a moment, but it doesn’t last long before he’s thrusting harder, faster than before, unable to hold back anymore.
“Fuck, you just—just can’t get enough of it, huh?”
Mika just shakes his head, not even bothering to remove the three fingers he has in his mouth.
Chris drops his head, panting. He can feel the drops of sweat running down his skin, falling onto Mika’s hips and thighs. Everything feels hot, and he’s getting close, so close. He glances up just in time to see Mika pulling the fingers from his mouth, leaving a shiny trail of spit down his chin.
“Come on, Chris—fill me up,” he says, deliberately clenching around him, and Chris couldn’t stop himself from coming if he tried. He slams in one last time, emptying into Mika with a groan that feels like it was torn from him. He pauses for a minute to catch his breath, hunched over a very content-looking Mika until he’s pulled in for a kiss. Mika tastes like cum now, but Chris really can’t bring himself to care, still thoroughly caught up in the post-orgasm glow.
He pulls out carefully, feeling a dribble of cum follow, and Mika makes a quiet, high-pitched noise at the sensation. Chris smiles at that and pulls back to rearrange them so they’re on their sides facing one another. One hand cups Mika’s face to pull him back in, and the other reaches further, landing on Mika’s hip before sliding across his ass and under the strap of the thong. Mika spreads his thighs slightly; Chris uses the opportunity to slowly push the cum that’s leaking out back inside.
By the time they pull apart, it feels like it’s been hours. Mika is looking at him with more feeling in his eyes than Chris knows what to do with, and he’s sure Mika sees the same in his face. He clears his throat to break the silence.
“So, uh… That was… fucking incredible.”
Mika laughs. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, holy shit.”
Mika moves in closer, and Chris wraps his arms around him on instinct. It’s quiet for a moment, the fatigue of the late hour and their exertion finally setting in. Chris can feel his eyes getting heavy, but he’s jerked back into alertness when Mika speaks up again.
“You know, if I had known that this is all it would take to not have to listen to you complain about dressing up and having your picture taken all night, I would’ve done this a lot sooner.”
“Oh, fuck off.”