spectacularlyhighking | For UnlikelyVillain

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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vivicidal

Speaking of hot bodies, wet and glistening...Peter wiped his hand down his face, and opened his eyes to get a good look at Eliot...and honestly, how does he get more and more attractive with every passing second?

Peter laughed, "To be fair, it's been a while since I've had a willing participant, so my skills are...not as good as they used to be..." He remained partially under the shower, simply enjoying the heat on his skin.

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spectacularlyhighking

It was a gift. Truly. Even he didn't know how he did it.

He closed the distance between them, dipping his head to press a kiss to Peter's lips. "Well now you have no excuse since I am a very willing participant."

From:

vivicidal

It's almost like...magic.

Peter quickly reacted, tipping his head as he returned the kiss, "Careful, you might just get me going again," He smiled, a hand slipping up Eliot's chest to settle at the base of his neck.

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spectacularlyhighking

Funny how that works.

Eliot smiled, sliding his arms around his waist. "Oops?" He looked completely innocent. It was completely by accident that he pulled them closer together, giving Peter a heated look. "Do you want me to be careful?"

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vivicidal

Peter quirked a dominant brow at him as he was pulled closer...any willpower he had could absolutely be dissolved by the look on his face. Such a beautifully dangerous thing.

Ah, fuck it. The hand on his neck doesn't move an inch, but an invisible force adds just a little pressure feeling sure that he wouldn't notice the difference either way, "I get the feeling that you don't want to be careful..."

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spectacularlyhighking

He may prefer to be submissive, but he knew the effect he had on people and put it to good use.

He slid his hands up Peter's back, holding him closely. His mouth hovered just above Peter's, a breath away from a kiss. "With you? Not one bit."

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vivicidal

Interesting things in their future, no matter how long or short-lived, he could feel it in his bones; might as well enjoy it to its fullest extent.

"Where have you been hiding?" Without wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, he pulled Eliot to close the distance between their lips, mouth opening eagerly.

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spectacularlyhighking

Very interesting to say the least.

"In a faraway land with magic and talking animals." He wasn't lying, but he smirked as if it were some great joke. As their lips met, he opened his mouth to Peter. He held him tightly as the warm water flowed over them. Sliding his hands down Peter's back, he grabbed his ass and gave it a squeeze. Fuck, he'd wanted to do that for a while.

From:

vivicidal

That's definitely not an answer you hear every day.

Peter took advantage and slipped his tongue into Eliot's open mouth, a groan escaping him as he grabbed his ass. He felt his hands sliding down, but didn't quite expect it...although, he did enjoy it thoroughly.

Well, since they're enjoying each other's asses...Peter slipped his hands to Eliot's back, sliding down, in the same manner, to grab his ass in return. Yes, this is good...this is a very good ass.

From:

spectacularlyhighking

Try living it...

Eliot smiled, teasing Peter's tongue with his own. He couldn't believe how much he'd been able to do to this beautiful man, and how much Peter had done to him. It truly was some sort of karmic payback for all the fuckery he'd experienced. He echoed Peter's groan when he felt his hands cup his ass. Mmmm yes. He'd already fucked his ass, he could grope it as much as he wanted.

From:

vivicidal

The taste of his mouth was sublime, like a delicious fine wine he had to savor to the very last drop. Everything about Eliot was addictive, he knew from the very moment he laid his eyes on him that he would be coming back for more...or at the very least, milking their night together for all it's worth.

Peter's hands remained where they were, alternating between stroking his fingers and groping, reminiscing on the activities just moments before their shared shower.

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spectacularlyhighking

Eliot would take all of that as an enormous compliment. It was a shame he wasn't a mind reader. Everything about Peter felt decadent. He made him feel like a king again, being absolutely spoiled. He fully intended to enjoy this as long as he possibly could.

One of his hands slid up to tangle in Peter's hair, holding him close as they kiss. He knew full well that Peter could decide to take control at any moment, so he was going to enjoy touching him to the fullest.

From:

vivicidal

He could so easily take him again. Right there. His body had an unnatural ability for recovering quickly...but as far as Peter knew, Eliot did not. Has that ever held him back though? No...

Peter indulged in the feel of his fingers in his hair, it had been too long since anyone had actually touched him in the way that Eliot had...he was always in control. He was a switch, yes, but his darker urges easily conquered that side of himself.

He allowed them both to enjoy the moment before he lifted a hand to wrap his fingers around Eliot's wrist, swiftly...forcefully moving to maneuver his arm behind his back with a bite to his lower lip.

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spectacularlyhighking

Eliot intended to enjoy this touch for as long as he could

He had a shorter recovery time than the average person... Magical supplements and herbs could do wonders. Of course, it seemed Peter would find this out soon enough.

The sudden movement drew a sharp gasp from him. He was pulled close to Peter, his arm held firmly behind his back. The shock faded quickly, though, replaced by a pleased purr.

From:

vivicidal

The sound he made came as a surprise, most people-- regular people liked to tease about it, but couldn't actually hold up their end. But he did have an overstimulation kink, so he ended up following through until they would inevitably utter their safeword.

"I wasn't joking when I said I could go again," Peter twisted his arm a little further, intending on switching their positions to press him against the shower wall.

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spectacularlyhighking

And silly them, they never actually established a safe word.

Eliot smiled, "Good. So can I." He let Peter turn him, facing him against the wall. His hands rose to press against the surface, even as the rest of his body followed.

From:

vivicidal

Blame it on Peter's lust-addled mind...because as soon as he realized just how fucking sexy Eliot was, all reason went out the window.

Eliot's words sent a shiver of pleasure through his body, pooling in his groin, "You sure about that?" He said as he pressed his hips to Eliot's ass, grinding to add to his growing erection.

From:

spectacularlyhighking

That made two of them.

Eliot gasped when Peter pressed against him. Wow, he was already that hard? That was impressive. Eliot groaned, pressing back against Peter. Fuck, how did he manage to find the sexiest man alive? "I'm as sure as you are." He purred, looking over his shoulder.

From:

vivicidal

Just as impressive as Eliot's avidity for round two.

Peter met his gaze with a hungry look in his eyes, "Good," He uttered firmly. Yes, good, good to come across someone with the stamina to match his own. He wrapped an arm around his waist to grab a hold of Eliot's cock, while he continued to tease his own arousal against his entrance.

From:

spectacularlyhighking

Eliot groaned, his head falling back. Fuck, this was amazing. Being pressed against the wall, Peter's hand on his cock, about to fuck him... He couldn't think of anything better at the moment. He wanted this, wanted him.

From:

vivicidal

Lube. They needed lube...and as far as he could tell, there wasn't a bottle nearby in the bathroom. A terrible oversight by the hotel staff, he's sure.

He didn't want Eliot to move, he had him right where he wanted him-- fuck being careful, it didn't matter to him at this point. Peter took a moment to focus on summoning the bottle of lube from the other room while distracting Eliot by stroking his cock. The shower door open and closed silently behind them.

From:

spectacularlyhighking

Eliot was quite distracted, indeed. He idly registered something happening, but he didn't care what it was. "Fuuuuck you're good with your hands."

From:

vivicidal

His grip was firm and sure, stroking him faster and faster-- until the familiar sound of his phone came. It was a very specific ringtone, one that alerted him to one of his bodies coming in for an examination. He couldn't ignore it.

Peter stopped his movements, groaning in frustration as he dropped his head to Eliot's back, "I have to get that..." He hesitated, what was one body slipping through the cracks? No...he couldn't. He pressed a kiss to Eliot's back before reluctantly moving to answer the call.

From:

spectacularlyhighking

Eliot's moans grew louder, echoing in the shower. His head dropped forward, forehead resting on the tile. Oh fuck he was getting close.

Then it all stopped. One ringing phone brought everything screeching to a halt. Mother fucker. He echoed Peter's groan, tempted to ask him to ignore it... But he didn't know what Peter did for a living. It really could be life or death.

Released from Peter's grasp, Eliot turned, leaning his back against the tile and letting the water run over his body. His cock ached, but he resisted touching it while he waited.

From:

vivicidal

In the other room, still dripping wet, he quickly got dressed as he answered the call with a series of 'yeah, yes, uh-huh, okay,'... "I'll be right there," He said with a sigh and hung up, why now?

Peter pressed his lips together as he walked back to the bathroom, fully dressed, "I have to go to the morgue," Definitely not something that one wants to hear in the midst of all that, but he had to give a perfectly good reason for leaving.