: STAR-CROSSED SPIES AU :

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek Thelyss had been set up on a double date by his friend Jester.

He was not one who particularly enjoyed social interactions. He had enough of them both in his profession as a model, as well as his moonlight job as a spy for the Dynasty Government. Both sides of him did not have much in the way of time for such frivolities as dates. Certainly he was seen on the arm of quite a few men, but those were for publicity only and otherwise he eschewed any such interactions.

But Jester was Jester, and she was insistent.

Jester had caught him reading some tome on the intricacies of Dunamantic Technology and said that she knew just the man for him. To which case it became a Hurricane; Hurricane Jester coming in to whisk him away. So he decided to go and then at the end of the evening he would tell Jester's mystery man that he was not interested and thank you for his time. But that did not mean that he was going to show up being anything less than the model Essek.

So of course he would dress with care; even though he was sent on crushing this man's hopes he at least wanted it known that he was quite the prize, because he did have a bit of vanity to him.

A small local restaurant was selected on the seaside of Nicodranas, where he was currently on location for a beach shoot. One that specialized in fresh seafood. He wear tight white velvet pants and an off the shoulder slinky tunic, his hair was styled immaculately with little sparkly stars that still managed to hang in those waves.

Jester had told him to carry the book and so he had it tucked underneath his alongside his little beaded clutch. He walked into the cozy little seafood restaurant and glanced around as he surveyed the people to see if he could possibly guess who his date would be. That is, if his date had even arrived yet. ]

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[zauberdecke]

This was definitely something out of a porn, some obscene fantasy.
Essek had never watched such a movie in his life but the deep low clench in his core had him thinking the most filthy thoughts about everything they could do together where once upon a time in the not so distant past this would not have occured.

The shirt hung open, and that is when Essek lowered himself down onto his knees, and then he was pushing fabric of trousers aside, reaching in until he was drawing out Caleb's generous prick. Eyes flicked upward for a moment, then back at the way the blade jutted upward, the pink flesh and the artful ridges.

And at the very summit a bead of precome that managed to catch his eyes in the semi-darkness.

Leaning forward, his tongue slid against the drop sized pool and lapped it up, tasting the salt. It was purely expirimental, Caleb was cursed to have to endure through Essek's first blowjob, to understand that the drow would need to assess the expirience fully-- every gasp and every moan.

[ausgebrannt]

It was out of a fantasy all right, and Caleb was somewhat incredulous at the idea that it was actually happening to him. Even as a secret agent, nothing like this happened to Caleb, nothing like the single most beautiful creature he'd ever encountered -- who was also stunningly brilliant and interested in magic and a wonderful conversationalist -- on his knees in front of him.

He cursed under his breath softly as that tongue lapped against his prick. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and he let a hand settle against Essek's cheek.

"So you intend to be the death of me, ja? That is the only thing I can guess at here to explain how unfairly sexy you are right now."

[zauberdecke]

"Am I to be the death of you?" Essek murmured against velvet flesh that trembled. Not a movement was made, every point on Caleb's body seemed to be held tense in anticipation, he could feel the muscles against clothed thighs and the halted surge of energy, before he smoothed it down. Another swipe of a taste against the slitted hole, the precome bubbling up to the surface as if just for him.

What came out of his mouth did not precisely intend to sound as sexy as it did but coupled with the slight edged purr in his voice? Well it would come out that way.

"Then I shall make sure that your plot is the most beautiful in the graveyard." and then his mouth wrapped around the head (which arguably, was a stretched) and he sucked; the slightest scrape of his pointed incisors, as well as the tongue as it glided over and under that cockhead in patent exploration, a hum at the taste.. a hum at the way he was making Caleb melt.

[ausgebrannt]

"At least I will die a happy man," Caleb offered, even as he nearly choked on the groan that forced its way from his lips, jostling past any of the other words he might have intended to say. That mouth around his prick was hot and clearly lethal. He felt the sharp warning scrape of teeth, felt his knees weaken before he managed to get himself back together.

Well, half back together. Just enough to keep his feet.

Fingers found their way into white hair, bright and beautiful as any platinum and pearl had ever shone. How dangerous a man was this beautiful drow? Caleb was sure that he could bring entire kingdoms to their knees should he ever have the inclination. He really had no idea how right he was.

[zauberdecke]

With the way that Essek was pushing Caleb back against the wall, it was unlikely that he was going to topple; and oh how Essek was finding the taste of Caleb surprisingly delicious-- he'd not expected such a thing but here he was. His fingers wrapped around the base and stroking as his tongue licked and his mouth sucked right against the head of the cock-- it was not even full head, but at this point Essek was not sure if he could fit all of this man in his mouth.

Perhaps he could make an attempt later.. if this became more.

The velvet of skin slid against his tongue and then he looked up at Caleb, to see how his professor was taking this-- drawing his tongue thickly in circles, slow and lazy.. thoroughly maddening as if his entire goal was to bring Caleb to his knees.

[ausgebrannt]

Thank all the powers that be for the wall, as it was what stood between Caleb and tumbling indeed. Essek was lavishing all this attention on his cock, and Caleb could not look away. The absurdly beautiful drow on his knees, treating his arousal like it was some delectable treat he was intent on devouring.

Oh good gods.

Another trembling brush of his fingers through Essek's hair. He made the mistake of meeting the other man's gaze and choked on the sound that burst past his lips. "You are... going to make a mess of me very soon at this rate." He could not be expected to last long.

[zauberdecke]

Pulling himself off of that cock, breath still warm on that cockhead, his eyes slid upward to Caleb.. to those eyes that had subsumed into pools of desire, the way that the other man was caressing through his hair, the full lips that parted slightly to reveal those white teeth. He licked at his own lower lip, tasting the salt of precome as it sheened his own mouth.

"Do you not want me to make a mess of you?" and he very carefully allowed his tongue to weave lightly around the tip of that prick, the hard velvet of it nearly mesmerizing. "I can stop... if that is what you wish." oh Essek was perhaps not playing fair at all as he tongued the underside of Caleb's cock then, the skin stretched tight over veins.