“So, did you want to check out the view?”
It had taken Elliot a good hour to place Hiro. The post conference debrief with his team was already pressing in on his temples when he’d glanced up, then struggled to glance away. He looked like he’d been poured into those faux leather trousers; clinging to every inch of his lean legs, the waistband so low on his hips it was evident he took personal grooming to a very particular level. The copper chainmail top revealed itself as backless when Hiro turned round to slip off his coat and Elliot had to take a long, very careful drink of his beer to stifle the need to groan out loud. The realisation that Hiro had been at his son’s 21st birthday party the previous year, a friend from college, hit him hard enough to re-focus his attention on his colleagues. It took around 20 minutes for his eyes to start drifting again.
Hiro sat at the bar with a blonde. She was laughing at almost everything he said, hand proprietorially on his thigh when she leaned in. Elliot felt a bolt of unexpected jealousy despite barely being able to call the boy a casual acquaintance. He told himself to reign it in then promptly emptied the dregs of his drink into his lap as Hiro’s eyes lifted over the blonde’s shoulder and met his directly, as though he knew that Elliot had been staring. He was too far away for Elliot to make out the nuance of his expression, but he could feel the sly smirk at the corner of Hiro’s mouth.
On his way back from the men’s room, grateful he hadn’t worn a light coloured suit, Elliot stopped at the bar to order a refill. Hiro was nowhere to be seen, both disappointment and relief. He returned to his colleagues in time to find them wrapping up, vague mentions of reports to file and wives to call. Elliot knew he should do the same but dropped into the booth as they left, intent on finishing his drink first. It almost didn’t come as a surprise when, moments later, a slim figure slid in opposite him. He took a moment to admire the long, elegant fingers; nails painted black and silver, rings on every single one, before he lifted his eyes to meet Hiro’s.
“Mr Ryder, right? Luke’s dad.”
Hiro held out his hand and Elliot shook it, a little stunned. Up close he could smell Hiro’s scent, something spiced and lemony. He had kohl smudged round his eyes and it was near impossible to drag his own away from those full, glossy lips.
“Uh yes. Hiro, wasn’t it? You were at the house last summer, for the birthday party”. Hiro’s hand was warm in his, his grip firm, his fingers teasing as they withdrew.
“Yeah, great party. You have a beautiful home. What are you doing in the city?”
They made small talk. It was easy, actually. Like old friends catching up as they talked about work, college, books they liked and movies they didn’t. Hiro had a warm, husky laugh and talked with his hands, animated and eager. When he shuffled to the tip of the u-shaped booth to show Elliot something on his phone he didn’t retreat after, the length of his leg pressed to Elliot’s. His fingers found Elliot’s shoulder or forearm frequently as they talked, and he seemed content to have another round, then another. One cocktail, then a still water. Elliot had watched all the boys pack away beers at the party; it seemed Hiro was not chasing a buzz tonight. It took the waiter informing them it was last orders before Elliot realised how long they had been talking. Then there was the awkward moment of what came next, because Elliot was sure they’d been flirting, and yet Hiro was not even half his age and impossibly beautiful and hell, he was technically still married.
“So, did you want to check out the view?”
Hiro had been interested in Elliot’s company funded suite with its balcony over the city. It was only polite, wasn’t it? to let him come and look out at the city lights before he called it a night. And polite it was, as they made their way to the lift and stood in companiable silence, not touching, all the way to Elliot’s floor. Hiro slipped off his little ankle boots at the door and followed Elliot out to the balcony, shivering slightly as they took in the city. The breeze caught strands of his long black hair and Elliot clenched his fist to stop himself reaching to tuck it back. Maybe Hiro had been flirting, but Elliot was the responsible one here. Wasn’t he?
It seemed rude not to offer a nightcap but Elliot regretted it almost immediately when he saw Hiro draped on the sofa. In the better light of the hotel room there was a tantalising glimpse of lean abs and the flash of silver that hinted at a belly button piercing. It was getting difficult to focus on the conversation with no one else around and little to look at but Hiro. They seemed to be leaning in closer without meaning to and Elliot realised he’d said nothing for several minutes as he lost himself watching Hiro’s mouth.
“Are you ever going to kiss me?” Hiro said it lightly, one eyebrow raised, but he gently dragged his nails down Jame’s forearm as he waited. Elliot swallowed heavily and put his drink on the table. He knew he shouldn’t. Everything inside him told him he shouldn’t. But still, his hand came up to slide into the silky hair at the nape of Hiro’s neck and then he was drowning in those impossibly soft lips and moaning as a warm, silken tongue licked its way into his mouth.
He wanted Hiro closer, other hand slipping to his hip to pull him forward, but Hiro was ready. Barely breaking the kiss, he lifted his leg and slid himself into Elliot’s lap. He took a fistful of Jame’s hair and tugged his head back to force Elliot to look up at him.
“Fuck…I’ve wanted this since that party you know. I can’t believe I ran into you tonight.”
Elliot didn’t have any time to process THAT before Hiro’s tongue was back in his mouth, Elliot’s hands roaming up and down his soft skin and snagging on the thin chains that held his top on. Hiro reached round to unhook the back, then the chain holding it round his neck, letting the weight of the chainmail drop it from his body. Elliot held his hips, tilting him back to look, and groaned. Of course he was perfect. Lean, lightly defined muscle on his spare frame. Dark nipples already stiff and that slutty barbell in his navel. Elliot ran his hand over Hiro’s pecs and down his stomach before fear gripped him. Was he taking advantage? Did Hiro think he had to, what? Put out because Elliot had bought him a few drinks? Hiro was busy as Elliot crashed out, fumbling the buttons of his dress shirt while his tongue swept sinful patterns under his jaw.
“We don’t have to…I mean, if you don’t want…” he swallowed again, mouth suddenly dry. “I just mean, you don’t owe me anything. I know I bought the drinks but…”
Hiro frowned and Elliot quailed. He’d ruined it, hadn’t he? Then his hand, hovering over Hiro’s abs, was taken and firmly guided down. The faux leather leggings were thin, and Hiro’s erection was insistent.
“Can we stop pretending now?” Hiro’s eyes were dark with intent and Elliot gave up the fight. He tugged Hiro’s face down for a bruising kiss as Hiro ground their cocks together, then licked and sucked his way down to those beautiful nipples. Hiro’s whimpers were aphrodisiac in themselves, and Elliot helped slip himself out of his shirt before Hiro’s mouth was kissing down his chest. The boy pooled himself between his legs and unzipped his suit trousers. The sight of him, on his knees, was almost enough to make Elliot lose control right there. Hiro slipped a hair band from his wrist and lifted that glorious hair into a high ponytail before smiling wickedly and reaching for Elliot’s zip. He lifted his hips to let his suit trousers slide off, and Hiro planted his face into Elliot’s crotch, inhaling deeply and mouthing the outline of his cock through the black fabric of his briefs. Their eyes met as Hiro found the wet spot and sucked, then his nails were under the waistband and he was being shed of those too.
Hiro sat back as he tossed Elliot’s briefs to the side just…looking. Elliot was hard, painfully so already, and the laser focus of Hiro’s eyes on the tip of his cock had a drop of precum leaking out to run down his crown.
“Look at you Mr Ryder. Look how much you want me.” Hiro ghosted a breath across the leaking tip and maintained eye contact until he had wet suction around the head. Elliot wanted to groan, to roll his eyes back in his head, but he couldn’t break that gaze. Hiro’s eyes were dark, his pupils so large now they looked black. He swept the tip of his tongue over Elliot’s frenulum then swirled it round his crown, alternating between gentle suction and wet, adoring licks. It was divine, and it was torture, because Elliot needed MORE but didn’t want to break the spell.
Hiro raised a brow, a challenge, and Elliot suddenly knew what he wanted. His hair was shorter in front, falling into his lust drunk eyes, so Elliot swept them back tenderly before wrapping his fingers round the base of Hiro’s ponytail and pulling him forward. Hiro’s moan told him he’d hit the jackpot, eyes closing as Elliot fed more of his length into those pink glossy lips. He sucked harder, humming vibrations round his length as Elliot guided his pace. In and out, the hot sweet drag of his mouth and the soft gag as he hit the back of Hiro’s throat and pushed on. Hiro let him, relaxing his jaw, but it was too hot and too much and Elliot knew he wasn’t going to last. He pulled out, a mess of precum and saliva, and lent into kiss Hiro as he gasped in air.
“I don’t want to cum yet baby” he told Hiro’s pout, kissing along his jaw. He went to pull the boy back into his lap but Hiro was standing. He still had his leggings on, tented, but batted away Elliot’s hand when he went to release him.
“On the bed.”
Elliot wasn’t used to taking commands but something about Hiro’s quiet confidence unlocked him. He lounged on the bed, naked, and brought his hands behind his head as he took the opportunity to watch Hiro undress. Hiro knew it too, taking his time to stretch, to show off his long torso before slowly undoing his buttons. He paused and Elliot whined, the trousers holding on through sheer force of will as Hiro meticulously removed every ring and placed them on the side table. Elliot felt his cock throb as he finally watched them slip down those slim, smooth thighs, admiring Hiro’s calves as he stepped out of them. Underneath he was in nothing but a pair of sheer, black panties and his hard cock was straining the fine material. He turned, looked coquettishly over his shoulder; the back was a g string and he eased them down so slowly it was all Elliot could do not to crawl forward and remove them with his teeth. He was smooth all over, flawless, and stroked his cock with one hand before joining Elliot on the bed.
He leaned forward for a better look, licking his lips. Hiro was smaller than he was, uncut, but every stroke of his foreskin showed leaking precum at the tip. When Elliot moved to take Hiro in his mouth he got a firm hand to the chest, pushing him back down.
“Not tonight. You need this more than me. Lift.” Hiro grabbed a pillow, folding it in half and wedging it under Elliot’s hips, then gripped his thighs, nails digging in, and pushed them up. Before Elliot’s sex addled brain could catch up he felt a long, hot lick from his hole to his balls and bucked his hips off the bed. Then there was a slow, careful exploration that made Elliot acutely grateful he’d washed so thoroughly before going down for drinks. He spread his legs, pressing his shoulders into the bed to give Hiro better access, and was rewarded with the boy’s tongue circling his rim, kissing it, getting him hot and needy. He wasn’t used to this, wasn’t used to not being in control, but his brain was short circuiting and he couldn’t even remember the words to reverse their positions now.
Hiro took his time, lavishing attention on Elliot’s hole. Getting it wet and then blowing across it, feather light teasing that had Elliot panting, then pushing the tip firmly inside. It was impossible to focus on anything else but the feel of that tongue and the sloppy, filthy sounds from between his legs as Hiro pushed on his thighs, spreading him to go deeper and deeper.
He had a brief respite, thinking Hiro had stopped for air, but he was fumbling in his bag at the side of the bed and Elliot heard the distinct click of a lube bottle being opened. He craned his neck to see what was happening only to slam it back down with a groan as he felt cold lube and a warm finger start to push inside him. Hiro fingered him slowly, kissing and suckling at his balls as he worked in and out, in and out, before adding a second and stretching.
“Fuck…Hiro.I haven’t…not in a long time…”
Hiro’s face appeared, smiling like the proverbial cat as his fingers stilled.
“You want me to stop, Mr Ryder?” He sounded so polite. The epitome of the well-mannered college student his son might bring home to visit. Not a twenty something femboy with two...fuck, three fingers knuckle deep in his ass. He held them still as he waited for his answer and took the moment Elliot opened his mouth to graze against his prostate and instantly mute him.
“Hmm. That’s what I thought.”
Hiro teased him for several more minutes, planting those plush lips on Elliot’s balls as he worked his fingers. The loss of them was an ache, but Hiro was on his knees and tearing open a condom which both eased and aroused him further. Hiro smirked as he rolled it on, then put his palms to the back of Elliot’s thighs to press them back. He teased the tip of his cock along Elliot’s crease sending fireworks off in his brain.
“Remind me, Mr Ryder, how old are you?” Elliot watched Hiro bite his lip. His cock was pressed against his hole, the lightest of pressures.
“I’m 56…” anything else was cut off by the nudge he felt, the head of Hiro’s cock just thinking about pushing inside.
“Hmm, I’m only 22. Just.” Hiro cocked his head to one side and regarded Elliot through the bracket of his thighs. “Where did we meet?”
“At…oh god…at my son’s birthday party. You’re friends with my….with my son…fuck”
Hiro pushed in as Elliot managed ‘son’ and the burn was exquisite. Hiro wasn’t large, but he was certainly average and Elliot hadn’t taken cock in his ass in over a decade. He felt the resistance and breathed in sharply.
“Shhhh just relax. Just relax baby, you’re taking it so well” Hiro ran his hand over Elliot’s torso, letting his fingers trail through his chest hair to massage one of his pecs. He continued to push, slow and steady, until finally his hips were flush. His cheeks were pink, and Elliot had time to see the slight crack in his control before he started to draw back and rational thought became impossible. Hiro pinched his nipple, making him suck breath through his teeth, then began to pick up the pace.
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? My cock in your needy little hole. You’ve been hard since you saw me tonight.” Hiro was relentless now, giving no quarter as he fucked harder into Elliot and raked his nails over his chest.
“I bet you had to adjust yourself in the bathroom. Had to remind yourself you’re far too old for me. Had to resist the urge to lock yourself in one of those stalls and give yourself some relief”
“Fuck..Hiro!” Elliot couldn’t even deny it. That was exactly what he’d done before his colleagues had left.
Hiro changed the angle, and suddenly Elliot was nothing but moans. The boy pegged his prostate, over and over, and wrapped his fingers round Elliot’s weeping cock with the same determination.
“Fuck Mr Ryder, going to cum for me? Going to cum for your boy all over your sexy body? You’re so fucking hard for me, who knew you’d be such a slut for my cock in your ass.” Elliot groaned and fell. Fell into Hiro’s words, into his body, into some dark pit in his brain he’d been trying so hard not to look at. His cum was everywhere, spurting to hit his chin, his pecs, all over Hiro’s fingers. The sight seemed to be enough, with Hiro slamming into him one final time before tensing, cock pulsing, nails digging into Elliot’s thighs as he came hard.
When he opened his eyes they were dazed as though he’d cum just as hard as Elliot. He looked down, at the mess he’d created, and grinned. Scooping his fingers over Elliot’s chin he pushed his own cum up to his lips, eyes challenging. Feeling helpless, Elliot could only part his lips and suck on those fingers like his life depended on it.
“Don’t swallow” another command, one that offered no alternative. Letting his feet drop back to the mattress, Hiro leaned in and kissed him hard. He swept their tongues together, both of them tasting Elliot and swallowing together. Hiro pulled back, just enough to meet his eyes.
“Good. Boy.”
