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“Or this?” I ask again, a satisfied smirk on my face when I feel his body shake against me once I’m three fingers deep into his ass.
“Your cock, you bastard. I need your perfect cock in me,now.” Ezekiel’s eyes fly open, his hair disheveled and glasses askew as he scowls at me.
Without hesitation, my fingers leave his hole and I lean my full weight onto him. His ankles are near his ears when my cock first enters him, seating deeply like it belongs in there. It fucking does.
“Fuck!” Ez screams and claws at my sides. I can’t tell if he’s trying to ground himself or pull me even closer. My angel’s face is blocked slightly from the restraint until I pull it down to see his expression. He looks like he’s seconds from coming. As much as Ez loves to top, the guy really does have a sensitive ass. He’s come a handful of times just from having me in him.
“Never gonna get tired of this tight ass, Ez.” Using the restrains to my advantage, I pull down on the fabric with every thrust up and impale Ezekiel. One hard thrust after the other, his body is completely in my control.
He’s a whimpering mess underneath me, the pleasure on his face so intense that he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open. I’m not fucking having that.
“Open your eyes,” I order him and I really plant my shins onto the bed to fuck into him even faster and harder.
Wateryazuleyes meet my intense stare and there’s a line of sweat beading on his forehead. My lips curl up in a satisfied snarl seeing him in this state. KnowingI’mthe one that made Mr. Prim—and—Proper cry and scream in pleasure thatI’min control of.
“You are gonna come on my cock. You are gonna thank me for fucking you so hard that you’ll still feel me in your ass. Next. Week.” My last two words are punctuated with thrusts that have the bed skidding on the floor.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Ezekiel manages to follow my order as his legs shake and his eyes roll to the back of his head.Fuck. With the way his ass is pulsating around me, I’m right behind him.
Oh shit.His damn costume! Frantically I look for something to catch Ezekiel’s cum as he screams my name. I feel around for the bedsheets and barely manage to wrap them around his cock to catch the cum spurting from it.
Relief and pleasure mix into one as I come inside Ez, my cock unable to stay still even when it is spent inside of him. The roaring in my ears finally calms and my breaths begin to sync with the man laying underneath me. If it wasn’t for the growing smile on his face, I would have thought Ez passed out. I pull my cock free from his twitching hole, taking a second to admire my cum leaking from it while I hold him spread open.
“Would it be too much trouble to ask you to keep this costume on hand?” His whisper is hoarse and barely audible but it has me laughing as I move his legs to untwirl the fabric restraints.
“No trouble at all, Ez.”
Ezekiel winces a little as he sits up, looking down and noticing the pooling pile of cum underneath his ass. I stand and back up a little to take off my jockstrap. Thankfully, I have a few extra here from when I go to shows after hanging out with Ez. I walk over to the bathroom and toss my dirty strap into the laundry. I pick up a clean towel from the linen closet on my way back.
“Alek?” Ezekiel asks, looking around the bed. “I’m unsure of how to ask this but where is my cum?” He scratches at his temple.
I hand Ezekiel the towel and look over to where Ithoughtthe sheets had caught his release but I don’t see anything there.
What the fuck?
I bend over the side of the bed to see if it fell or if I grabbed a pillow or something.
“Oh, I see,” Ezekiel comments and it sounds like he’s trying to hold back his laughter. I turn around to see what he means and I catch him eyeing the bottom of my cape. There’s a huge white stain on the bottom corner of the satin fabric.
“I really liked this cape,” I sigh, picking up the corner of it and inspecting it. There’s no cleaning it off.
“Would it be the wrong time to say that I liked it as well? It felt exquisite as I came into it.” Ezekiel keeps laughing as he cleans himself off and puts his costume back into place.
“Fuck it. Cut the cape. It was worth it.” I shrug, my defeat not feeling as bad as it should have. Ez kisses me on the cheek after I get the rest of my costume on.
“I’ll get the scissors, sweetheart.”
EZEKIEL
By some miracle we manage to make it to the Halloween party on time. Alek and I walk hand—in—hand through the parking lot to reach the decorated main entrance. A blaring neon sign reading ‘Hotter Than Hell’ illuminates the club entrance while cutouts of flames rise from the ground to really seal the theme.
The club entrance is without a bouncer tonight as there are no lines of show attendees to manage. From what Alek described earlier, this is a fun and casual event for the Garden of Eden staff and their invited guests. Alek also mentioned that this is the first year Knight has had any actual involvement with the planning of the event.
Viv greets us outside of the double doors leading into the club in a Phantom of the Opera costume. And no, she is not Christine. She is the Phantom. Half of her visage is illuminated in neon red while the other is covered by the Phantom mask. A tight frown is visible on the exposed part of her face as she eyes Alek’s costume.
It’s almost as if the tatter of Alek’s cape summoned the costume designer herself. I stand to the side, praying that she does not make a connection to what really happened to the cape. But I also wouldn’t be shocked if Alek outright confessed to her.
“Alek! Is there a reason you decided to butcher your cape?” Vivian asks as she attempts to grab at Alek’s ruined article of clothing.
