For UnlikelyVillain

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Who'd have thought a mistaken text from a mysterious stranger would end up like this.

What had started as amused flirting and quickly escalated into heated sexting was now moving into the real world. Eliot knew this might very well be a mistake, but he didn't care. He'd made plans to meet the anonymous man with his wickedly tempting words. It was time to find out whether his actions would speak louder or not.

The only precaution he'd taken was to arrange the meeting for a hotel in the city. If it went badly, at least the other man wouldn't know where he lived. He knew the place well. It tended to cater to more... adventurous... clientele. The rooms were equipped for all manner of things, depending on one's needs. He'd chosen a room that came prepared with a wide variety of restraints and toys (all sterilized, of course. He did have standards). It would typically be a little forward for a first encounter but given their conversation, he didn't think his guest would mind. Eliot poured himself a drink and reclined on a couch to wait.

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This couldn't be happening, how did he ever convince himself to meet up with a complete stranger? Sexting was one thing, but going out of his way to meet him in person? It was so unlike Peter (not that he wasn't already a risk-taker, given his 'extra curriculars'), but in his lust-driven mind, he just couldn't resist taking the chance. It could all go downhill from this point forward...but, it could also be just as he'd anticipated...and that thought was exhilarating.

At the very least, he was thankful that they'd be meeting in a place where they could simply go their separate ways if things didn't pan out. A hotel in the city, a place he'd never been before but had heard many things about. At the front desk, there was a key waiting for him; Peter picked it up and headed to the chosen room.

Before entering the room, Peter had to wonder what type of person this anonymous man had pictured. He was sure that he wouldn't meet those expectations...many people had often told him that they never expected Peter to be the dominant type, especially in bed. By his appearance alone, they'd never suspect...but Peter really enjoyed that fact.

Walking further into the room, Peter's eyes were immediately drawn to the man reclining on the couch...oh fuck, he's sexy as hell.

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Eliot had tried not to have too many expectations about the man on the other side of the phone. Certainly he'd hoped he'd be at least nice to look at, but it was impossible to tell. For all he knew, the other man could be Todd and he'd have to run out through the fire escape lest he die of shame.

When he heard the key in the lock, he swallowed, smoothing a hand down his waistcoat to make sure it was just so before the door opened. He smiled as the man entered. Oh thank fuck, he's hot. At first glance, Eliot wouldn't have taken him for the dominant type. However, those were the ones who usually surprised you. He was confident he had a good night in store for him.

He lifted his glass with a smile, "My mysterious stranger, I presume. Care for a drink?"

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Now that he was able to put a face to all the visuals he had in his head during their hot sexting session, Peter had to mentally restrain himself from biting at his lip. The smile that had crossed the other man's lips hadn't helped in the slightest, and it quickly pulled his attention, fucking that mouth...god yes, from there, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander for a brief moment.

Oh, this was going to be a good night.

Peter shrugged his jacket off and tossed it to the nearby chair before he moved to join him with a half-smile, "If there's rum," He couldn't exactly get drunk, but he always did enjoy the taste of a good rum, preferably black or spiced.

"Peter, by the way."

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Oh come now, what was the harm in showing how much you're enjoying the view?

Eliot, in contrast, let his eyes openly wander over Peter's figure as he moved. Damn. To think he's going to get fucked by that gorgeous man. Yes, this definitely was a good choice.

He chuckled. "Of course there's rum. I never go anywhere without a fully stocked bar." He set down his drink and gracefully stood to go make one for his partner for the evening. He didn't ask how he wanted it, but he's a magician with alcohol and never fails to make someone a drink they'll enjoy. When he returned with the drink, he held it out with a charming smile, "Eliot. It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Peter."

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The night is still young, there will be plenty of time to show just how much he enjoys the view. And he will, thoroughly.

As he wandered off to make his drink, Peter took the opportunity to fully appreciate his backside...good choice, indeed. Just then, the thought of skipping the drinks and walking up behind him had crossed his mind. He could indulge in his base instincts, bend him over right where he was...but there were so many fun things to play with. He might just have to reenact the scenario that had got them both off earlier.

Peter took the glass, "Pleasure is all mine...might be yours too, if you play your cards right," He offered a smirk in return, and lifted the glass to his lips for a sip, savoring the taste. "Off to a good start," He remarked and finished his drink in one fell swoop.

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Eliot wouldn't have stopped him if he had given in. That's what this night was about, after all. Giving in o their most basic instincts and throwing rational thought out the window.

Eliot chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. "And here I thought I already had. Unless I'm mistaken, you're here because we both want you to fuck me until I can't even walk straight." The crass language just rolls off his tongue as casual as if he were talking about the weather. He seems perfectly at home in the middle of what could easily be referred to as a high-class dungeon.

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He could easily prolong the night with a good edging session, and force Eliot to beg for it, even if Peter wanted to fuck him right then and there just as much as he did, "I'm a tease, and this room you chose is giving me all sorts of ideas," Peter held out his empty glass to Eliot, wordlessly telling him to make him another.

Peter moved to the edge of his seat and leaned close to Eliot, holding his gaze and the glass tight so that he couldn't just take it, "But if you'd rather skip all the fun and jump right to the main course, I suggest that you get on your knees and put that mouth of yours to good use."

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Eliot smirked, a teasing remark on his lips as he moved to take the glass. When Peter kept a tight grip on it, he fell silent, eyes fixed to the other man's as he gave a preview of how dominant he could be.

"Mmm." He hummed softly, his eyes wandering down Peter's body, drinking him in. "Both of those are extremely tempting. However, I find myself exceptionally curious about what ideas you're getting." Licking his lips, he lifted his gaze to Peter's face again. "Tell me. What do you want."

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Peter licked his lips slowly as Eliot's eyes wandered, his desires emanating, thick in the air and comingling with his own. It was bordering on overwhelming any ideas he may have had when he first walked into the room to see the array of toys and restraints.

"I want what you want," To simply fuck him senseless.

He released his hold on the glass, "But I had thought about a reenactment..." Peter dropped his eyes to his lips, "You have a very fuckable mouth," He commented while biting at his own lower lip.

"Or maybe I'd just restrain you, bring you to the edge, and leave you hanging there...over and over again until you begged me to finish you off with my cock in your ass." His expression remained neutral as he spoke.

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God, this conversation was hot as fuck. Eliot could already feel the front of his slacks pressing against his growing erection. When Peter bit his lip it was like a bolt of electricity straight to his cock. How could he have ever thought this was a bad idea?

When Peter released his glass, he turned just long enough to set both of them on the side table. Now unburdened, he gracefully slid to his knees on the floor. He shifted until he was kneeling before Peter, gazing up at him with a coquettish smile. "For tonight, I'm yours to restrain and fuck however you please. If you want to fuck my mouth, I'm happy to oblige."

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A smile crept across his lips as Eliot slid to his knees and knelt before him; such a thrilling sight. Peter held his gaze, a lustful glint in his eyes and he leaned close...close enough to kiss him, but he refrained for the moment.

"As much as I'd love to fuck this mouth of yours..." He flicked his eyes down to his lips, and back up, "Right now, all I can think about is that growing hard-on in your pants..." His voice low, a hot whisper as he snaked a hand up his inner thigh to grope and palm at him slowly. "And making you scream as I fuck you hard and fast," Peter used his other hand to wrap around the back of his neck to pull him into a biting kiss.

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Eliot practically trembled with anticipation before Peter. His eyes, those sultry lips... Fuck, it was so hard to resist. He moaned as Peter finally touched him, drawing fire up his leg as his hand slid towards its goal. He couldn't help it as his eyes rolled back, his lips parting. He ached for release and that touch was practically torture. He couldn't remember the last time someone had turned him on this much this quickly. Of course, their digital foreplay had certainly helped that.

As he was abruptly pulled in for the kiss, Eliot's hands moved to rest on Peter's legs. He opened his mouth, his tongue snaking out to taste Peter for the first time. He wanted this. He wanted everything promised in that hot gaze. Thankfully, they had all night... or until one of them ran out of stamina.

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Peter relished in the expression on Eliot's face, he was so fucking sexy, even more so when he was turned on.

He slid his tongue out along Eliot's, groaning into his mouth as he squeezed his cock through his trousers. God, he was so hard already, it only added to his own arousal.

Breaking from the heated kiss, Peter trailed his lips to Eliot's neck where he could begin an assault of teeth, tongue, and lips to further drive him mad with lust. "Undo your pants for me," He mumbled against his skin.

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Eliot echoed that groan with one of his own. He resisted the urge to thrust against Peter's hand, giving himself over to Peter's control. It was so absolutely delicious, kneeling before this virtual stranger as he groped and kissed him. He wanted more.

As Peter's lips moved to his neck, he sighed happily, his head falling to one side to give him full access. He was glad he'd left the top button of his shirt undone, leaving more of his skin exposed. Peter didn't have to repeat the order twice. Eliot's hands slid down the front of Peter's legs before moving to unbuckle his belt and undo the front of his trousers. He'd elected to not wear underwear, giving Peter full access to his cock.

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He might just end up leaving a mark on Eliot's neck if he didn't oppose, biting and sucking on a patch of skin; he would be strategic about it, leaving it further down where it could be easily hidden by the collar of his shirt.

Once he had heard the clink of his belt, Peter waited a few moments before he returned his hand, wrapping his fingers around his length. He moaned at the weight of it and tightened his grip as he stroked him slowly.

Peter spread his own legs further apart, moving even closer to the edge of his seat, closer to Eliot.

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Eliot wouldn't care no matter where he left a mark. That's why scarves were invented, after all. He'd happily bear the mark of their interlude, something to remember the night by.

Waiting for Peter's touch was almost painful. He knew he was there, so close. He wanted to feel his fingers around his cock so badly. When he finally felt them, he moaned, his head falling back. "Fuuuuck." His hand returned to Peter's legs, slowly sliding up his thighs. Okay, so he was acting on his own while Peter was clearly in charge, but he couldn't help it.

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At this point, he was hard and aching in his own pants, his cock twitching pleasurably as Eliot's hands began roaming up his thighs.

He pulled back ever so slightly, "Tsk tsk tsk, hands behind your back and restrain yourself," At that moment, he didn't have the patience to get up and grab actual restraints, Eliot would have to do it himself.

Peter licked a slow stripe from the base of his neck to a spot right behind his ear, before biting and tugging at his earlobe. "Tell me, how bad do you want it?" His breath hot, as he released his grip, and teased his fingertips up the length of his cock. Once at the tip, Peter gingerly stroked at the most sensitive area, the underside of the head.

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Eliot hesitated for only a moment before obeying the order. He wanted to touch Peter, but at the same time he wanted to be restrained and controlled. Removing his hands, he obediently folded them behind his back, one hand holding the opposite wrist.

Eliot gasped, trembling as Peter used that silver tongue. The teeth on his ear drew a decadent moan from him. Between that and the expert fingers caressing his cock, he was in heaven. He was breathless as he responded, "So badly. My cock is aching to cum for you."

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"Mmm, I bet it is," He chuckled at the back of his throat and began pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck, while slowly making his way back to Eliot's mouth. Once he had reached his objective, Peter kissed him deeply, moaning hungrily into his mouth.

He was more than ready to drag Eliot to the bed, but first and foremost, he desperately wanted that lovely mouth of his wrapped around his cock, even if it was for just a moment. When he inevitably pulled his hand away from Eliot, Peter moved to undo his own pants, leaving them open until he had his fill.

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Eliot moaned as Peter's mouth continued its assault on his neck. God he wanted to feel that mouth everywhere. It was torture to remain still and patient when he wanted so badly to throw the other man down on the couch and have his wicked way with him.

The kiss was eagerly returned. He devoured Peter's mouth, savoring the taste of him for as long as he could. When Peter's hand disappeared from his cock he made a disappointed noise. But he could hear the tell-tale sound of pants being opened and had a feeling his mouth would soon be put to different use. His body is nearly rigid with the self control needed to keep himself from reaching for him, or just leaning in and swallowing his cock whole.

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In the midst of their kiss, Peter gradually shifted back in his seat until he was far enough to break away, pressing a hand against Eliot's chest to prevent him from following. He laid back against the couch and kept his eyes locked with his, "I want your mouth around my cock."

Peter lifted his hips, just enough to push his pants down to his knees where they fell even further to his ankles. He then spread his legs apart, and wrapped his hand around himself, stroking briefly then sliding to the base, ready and waiting.

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Eliot could feel the movement as they kissed. He wanted to follow those delicious lips, but the hand on his chest forced him back so all he could do was watch as Peter leaned back. Mmm he really did look good enough to eat. His eyes roamed over hid body, taking in everything from the flush of his cheeks to his cock being released from his pants. He was sure he looked quite a sight as well, kneeling with his hands behind his back, his cock hanging out, and lust in his eyes.

He absolutely didn't need to be told twice. He smiled, "Yes, sir." The honorific was half in jest, of course, since Peter hadn't told him to call him anything. Leaning forward, he took the tip of his cock between his lips and sucked gently for a moment, tasting him. Needing more, he lowered his head over Peter's cock, slowly taking him in.

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It was definitely a sight to behold, so obedient, so incredibly sexy. He couldn't wait to remove the rest of his clothing to take in every inch of his body, to allow his hands to roam wherever they so desired.

Master had a nice ring to it, it would look divine on Eliot's lips. But for the moment, his mind was clouded with lust that anything Eliot had called him would be just as delectable.

A half-smile had crossed his lips, and it was quickly wiped away as his mouth slightly dropped when Eliot wrapped his lips around him. A sigh of pleasure escaped him, followed by a moan when his cock slipped further into his hot and wet mouth.

"Give me one of your wrists, put your other hand to good use."

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The entire encounter was so unbelievably hot. Eliot would call Peter anything he wanted him to - including Master. But for now, his mouth was rather occupied.

Obeying Peter, Eliot brought his hands forward. He obediently lifted his left wrist while his right hand slid up Peter's leg. His fingers trailed up his thigh before gently encircling the base of Peter's cock. He bobbed his head, pushing his mouth lower and lower each time. Finally, his hand slipped down to cup Peter's balls as he swallowed the entire length of the delicious cock in his mouth. His throat relaxed, easily accommodating the intrusion.

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Peter wrapped his hand around his wrist, pinning it to the couch with a firm grasp, while the other slipped into Eliot's hair when he had replaced the hold at the base of his cock. His breath began to quicken, soft moans and groans tumbling from the back of his throat as Eliot moved lower.

Just when he thought he had settled into a rhythm, he felt the tight and narrow canal of his throat. Peter arched off the couch, his grasp on Eliot's hair and wrist tightening, as he moaned loudly, "Fuck, that feels so good."

He relaxed against the couch and peered down at Eliot, grasp still firm in his hair, "Do it again," One more and he would finally bend him over and fuck him.