The Lover’s Nest was not the fanciest hotel TK had ever been to, to put it nicely, but there was something appealing about its ambiance and the sleaziness of the decor that excited him, being there always made him feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t. The place looked like it was trying very hard to emulate a way more luxurious establishment, with its ostentatious chandeliers, gold painted table lamps and wall-to-wall carpeted hallways, but the name made it abundantly clear what its real purpose was.
In short, it was the perfect setting for what he and his husband had planned.
They had agreed that he would arrive first, and Carlos would find him a couple of minutes later. The uncertainty of not knowing when his husband would arrive or what he would look like was incredibly exciting to him.
He was sitting alone at the hotel bar, sipping on a tall glass of raspberry juice (which he was surprised to find out they had) as the faux-vintage clock on the wall read 11 at night. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans that he knew he looked good in, paired with a black lace shirt that he wore rolled up to his forearms. He’d combed and gelled his hair away from the face in a way that showed off his diamond earring, and shaved his face clean of stubble. He wore one of Carlos' favorite colognes; he found that having a physical reminder of his husband present whenever they played as different people helped him relax and sink into the role.
There was a bossa nova cover of a pop song playing at a low volume over the speakers, and he lost himself listening to the familiar melody as the minutes ticked by.
In the distance, the sound of the elevator doors squeaking open and closed could be heard, paired with the muted blare of car horns in the street, and then, a different sound. The sharp clacking of boots on concrete passing by the outside of the building, and then the door to the main lobby creaking as it opened. The footsteps were clearer now, on the polished tiles of the hotel’s entrance, and they got louder and louder, before stopping just a few feet away from him.
A man’s voice, deep, confident, with the slightest hint of an accent he couldn’t place, asked the bartender for an espresso martini. TK glanced discreetly at the man and his mouth dried up immediately.
He was tall, but not much taller than TK, and had a muscular build. He was wearing a dark suit, unbuttoned in the front, with a cream white shirt underneath, but what caught TK’s attention was what he wore on his head. Before he could reel himself in he let out an incredulous laugh.
The man was wearing a stetson. Indoors. It even matched the color of his suit.
Any attempt at nonchalance he might have made was shattered as the man immediately looked in the direction of the sound and met his gaze. He looked away, but it was too late. The man had noticed him and stared for a second before slowly making his way over to him.
He didn’t say anything at first, just looked TK up and down in a way that made it abundantly clear that he liked what he saw.
“Something funny, pal?” he said, and now TK really had to hold in his laughter, because that may have been the corniest line he could have gone with. He forced himself to not break character, though, and looked at the man again.
Despite the ridiculousness of the hat, he was undeniably attractive, the cut of his jaw, the shape of his brow bone, and the hint of five o’ clock shadow on his face gave him a very classically masculine allure. He carried himself with a confidence that bordered on cockiness, and that faux friendliness men used to try and be intimidating.
He looked away, faking disinterest and took another sip of his juice.
“What? You don’t feel like talking to me?”
He ignored him again and smirked around his straw. The man just looked at him for a moment before he said, “Are you waiting on anyone, sweetheart?” TK’s eyebrows rose when he heard the words and he looked at him with an amused expression on his face.
“What’s it to you?”
“Just curious. Can’t imagine why someone would come to a place like this if they don’t have plans for the night.”
“Well, since you’re so curious, I’ll let you know that I am meeting someone here.”
“Looks like they didn’t show up”
“How would you know? You just got here, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting.”
He shrugged with a crooked grin on his face, “It was worth a shot. Look, all I’m saying is, if I had a guy like you meeting me, I definitely wouldn’t keep him waiting.” He lowered his voice, “Someone might come along and snatch him up.”
TK hummed like he was considering it. “What about you, are you meeting someone here?”
He grinned in response. “Does it matter right now?”
“No, I guess not”
“What do you say?”, he asked him, leaning in. “I booked a room at the premium suite, wanna try it out?”
“That’s not very impressive in a place like this, you know.” He responded cheekily.
“It has a bed and clean sheets. Everything I need to blow your mind”
He bit his lip and gave the man a once-over “Fine, I guess I’ll give you a chance”. The other chuckled in response.
“You have quite an attitude” He said with a hint of threat in his voice “We’ll see how long that lasts”
They walked up to the elevator and waited for it to open. It was silent in the hotel, most of the couples already in their rooms by this time.
The doors opened with a pained squeak and the man stood by the entrance and held out his arm.
“What a gentleman” he quipped as he walked past him into the elevator, making him scoff.
He made his way to the far end of the narrow elevator, and the man followed him in, pressing the button for their floor without even sparing a glance at the panel. His eyes were trained on TK the whole time as he walked closer until he was crowding him into the wall.
Their slight difference in height felt much more significant up close, with TK’s face tilted downwards as he looked up at him through his eyelashes, and him looking down at him, examining him like he was memorizing every inch of his face.
“You are so fucking beautiful” he breathed. “I can’t wait to see you naked, see you what you look like cumming on my cock”
TK’s breath caught, and he couldn’t find an appropriate answer in time before the elevator let out a horrendous, distorted ding as the unmistakable sound of the doors squeaking open cut through the tension.
“Come on, it’s down the hall” He walked out, and TK was left to follow after him belatedly, trying not to look too eager.
The ‘suite’ was really not that different from any of the other rooms, except it was on the top floor. The window was tiny and had no curtains, but thankfully faced far enough away from the bed that they wouldn’t be giving anyone a show, and the bed itself actually looked quite nice, there were no mysterious stains on the sheets, which was a rarity in these kinds of places. The bathroom was off to the side, but he didn’t get to examine it much before the man advanced on him and pressed him up against a wall.
They looked at each other for a moment, before their mouths crashed together savagely. He gasped and moaned into the other man’s mouth, his own held open for him to lick into as he pleased. They made out for a long while, their hands roaming around each other’s bodies while they ground their crotches together. The man’s hat had thankfully fallen by the wayside somewhere along the way, which meant he got to run his fingers through his gelled down curls, messing them up a bit as he went along.
The hand that was gripping the back of his neck in a very familiar way held him tightly in place as they disconnected, and dark eyes roamed over his face appreciatively.
The man stepped back and took off his dress coat, letting it fall to the floor as he unbuttoned his shirt all the way down. His shoulders strained against the thin fabric, and his chest glistened with the slightest bit of perspiration.
“Take off your clothes, I wanna see you”
His voice was decidedly deeper now. Lust tinted it with a veil of authority that made TK’s body scramble to obey.
His hands shook slightly as he undid his shirt slowly under the man’s stare. He let it hang open before unbuckling his belt and pulling it off. He pulled the zipper of his pants down, and the slightest crease appeared on the man’s brow. TK could feel his lips curling into a smirk as he pulled his shirt out of his pants and ripped it off, before peeling off his jeans as the other’s eyes widened.
They were a matching set, a cherry red thong decorated with beautiful lace and sheer stockings that gave his legs the slightest tint of a pinkish red. The garters that held up the thin fabric were a perfect color match to the panties, and had a thin strap adorned with lace wrapping around his thighs.
The man stared with his mouth slightly open for a few seconds (very uncharacteristically; he would make sure to tease Carlos endlessly for that one later) before blurting out “Holy Fuck” in a tone that was almost reverent.
There was a teasing comment on the tip of his tongue, but something in the way the man was looking at him, like he was about to eat him alive, gave him pause. The air in the room was charged, like clouds ready to burst into rain.
He swallowed, tried to speak but his voice came out hoarse, and tried again, “You put that on… just for me?”
TK hesitated, and his voice came out meek when he replied, “Well… not really, I put it on for the guy I was supposed to meet… Remember?”
The man nodded once, twice, before he collected himself. His shoulders rolled back and his confident posture back in place, but with a distinct hunger in his eyes that wasn’t there a moment ago. He walked up to him and pressed up against his side.
“Go stand in front of the bed, let me get a good look at you” he ground out against TK’s ear. He shivered in response, the slight growl to the man’s voice was intoxicating. He could feel his deep voice thrumming around in his head after every word he said, like he was whispering every order directly into his brain, and his body was powerless to comply.
He walked over to the foot of the bed, and faced forward. He could hear slow footsteps behind him as the man sauntered his way up to him. He couldn’t see him but he could sense him. The way he was raking his eyes up and down TK’s body, he could feel the man’s desire for him seeping in through his gaze.
He almost jumped the moment a large hand touched the small of his back. “You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart, you know that?” The hand slid down to his ass, cupped one of his cheeks before squeezing it tight “I bet you do, I bet you have all kinds of men begging you to let them fuck you…. You’re just so…” He gasped as he felt the sharp sting of the man’s hand connecting with his ass in a rough slap “... Adorable”.
He swallowed and felt his eyes water slightly. This was affecting him a lot more than he thought it would. The front of his panties was tented obscenely where he was already rock hard, he felt himself throb with pleasure when the man spanked him. One of his hands grabbed him brusquely through the thin material, and jerked him off lazily as he pressed up against him, his breath tickling his ear as he told him exactly what he was going to do to him.
“I’m going to keep these pretty little clothes on you for as long as possible. I’m going to eat you out through the lace and lick that pretty cock of yours until you make a mess of yourself, and then I’m going to slide that thing to the side and fuck you until you cum again. Now, you can be a good little slut for me and take everything I give you when I give it to you, or you can be a brat, either one is fine with me but let me be clear. If you disobey me, or try to act out, I’m going to turn this ass of yours as red as your panties. Is that clear?” He was almost panting the moment the man stopped talking, and his slowness to answer was very swiftly punished as he felt another harsh smack land, this time on his other cheek.
“Yes! I understand, Fuck!” The tears in his eyes threatened to spill. He was used to Carlos slapping him around a bit while they were having sex, but it was playful, teasing, even when he was rough with him. This was decidedly not that. It was punishing, but not in a way that was meant to discourage, only show what happened when he disobeyed, what that option would feel like. Pain felt very different when accompanied with pleasure, it was an addictive combination to a man with TK’s tastes, and right now, he was hungry for more.
The man’s hand settled between his shoulder blades and pushed him down until he was bent over the bed, his feet not touching the ground. Then, two hands grabbed at his asscheeks and squeezed, “Fuuuck, look at this ass, boy. You were made to take dick” One of the man’s fingers slipped in between and traced the thin strip of fabric covering his hole all the way up to his tailbone, where he suddenly grabbed the thong and pulled it roughly upwards, making the strip press up against his entrance.
“Ahh! Fuck!” he gritted out, the scratch of the fabric against the sensitive spot was both pleasurable and overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to what happened next. The man used his other hand to spread his cheeks again, and then dived in to lick and bite at his hole like was starving. He sucked on him and flicked his tongue relentlessly without ever letting the material slip out of place, and the sensation of his warm tongue sliding around the spots the thong didn’t cover was driving him mad.
With barely any coherent thought left in him, TK could only wail in pleasure at the filthy act. Reflexively, he bucked up against the man’s tongue when he went in to taste him again. Before he could even realise what he’d done the man was retreating and placing one hand on his ass. He flinched instinctively at the touch and heard him chuckle behind him.
“I thought I told you what would happen if you were bad, do you need a reminder?” His tone was condescending, mocking him in a way that made TK burn with the need to bite back. He held his tongue and sighed out in annoyance.
Predictably, that earned him a mean spank to his right cheek, “Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?”
He grit his teeth and glared back at him. “You know, you were a lot less annoying when your tongue was on my ass, would you mind getting back to that?”
He could see how the words sparked something in the man, his smirk widening into a predatory grin as he crept closer again. “If you think I’m going to bend to your little tantrums and what you tell me to then you must have gotten a very wrong impression of me” His voice was low, a threat simmering beneath every one of his words, “You need to learn some fucking manners, and I’ll be glad to teach you”.
He pulled a small packet of lube out of his suit pants, popped it open and coated two of his fingers in a generous amount. Before he could ask what he was doing, the man slathered the excess onto his entrance, soaking the fabric of the thong in the process. He didn’t even bother to push it to the side, he simply slipped his hand underneath and roughly pressed two fingers into his rim. He gasped at the cold sensation, which quickly spread inside him as the fingers dug their way into him, before pulling out.
He was barely given a moment to process it before he shoved his fingers back in, this time reaching far deeper and crooking inside him. He whimpered in response to the rough treatment, and then the man pulled downwards with his hand, stretching his hole out painfully while he raised his other hand over TK’s ass, and brought it down over and over.
He yelped and whimpered at every hit, which only encouraged the man to spank him harder each time, causing him to squirm and the fingers inside him to pull at his abused rim.
“I was going to suck you off, play with that pretty cock and make you cum over and over, but since you decided to be a little brat, I think I’m just going to fuck that sweet ass until I get off. If you want to cum, you’re going to have to hump the mattress like a slut after I’m done”. He almost sobbed at the words, he was more turned on than he had ever been.
“Fuck, I… Please…Please let me cum, I’ll be good!” He begged in between spanks.
The man apparently took pity on him and stopped, “Look at that, who knew that a little spanking was all you really needed?” He sighed in pleasure as the fingers in him straightened again, and then slowly started to move back and forth, testing until he whimpered when they hit his prostate. “There you go, sweetheart. Isn’t this better? I can be good to you if you’re good to me.”
He moaned softly at his words and carefully, tentatively rocked back on his fingers. The man breathed out a laugh, “You’re an impatient one, aren’t you? I’ll let it slide this time, you’re just so pretty fucking yourself on my hand like that”. He started kneading at his prostate and TK’s moans got higher and louder. “Just like that. Good boy”.
They went on like that for a while, and TK could feel himself starting to slip, his asscheeks burned slightly, flushed pink where the man’s handprint was marked on his skin in layers, and his insides twisted in pleasure at the hand massaging him firmly but gently. Suddenly, the hand slowly retreated until it pulled out. He whimpered at the loss and glanced back at him with watery eyes and a frown on his face.
“Shhh, it’s okay, baby, I’m here, I’m going to fill you up again” He said in a soothing and warm tone, having lost any kind of affectation, undeniably the voice of his husband now. “Are you okay, baby?” He didn’t ask directly, but he could infer what he meant. ‘Do you need to use your safeword?’
“I’m okay, more than okay. Are you?”
Carlos placed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and whispered “Yeah, just needed to take a quick break”.
He sobered up the moment he heard those words, “What’s wrong? Do you need to stop? We don’t have to finish the scene if you’re not comfortable, I put the snacks in the back pocket of your suitcase, we can just skip to the-”
“TK, I’m okay” he chuckled, “Just needed to take a break from the character, I just don’t have it in me to be so mean when you’re all sweet like this” he said, softly, almost whispering while he traced a finger down his spine.
“Well, we don’t have to keep going with the characters if you don’t feel like it. Or… I could get a little mouthy, give you a reason to put me back in my place if you want”.
“A tempting offer, but I think if I keep going like that you might actually need to sit on an ice-pack for a week straight, you’re red like a tomato down here. Well, two tomatoes” he snorted at his own joke, and then pinched TK’s ass when he groaned in response.
He could hear Carlos walking around in the room, and was about to ask what he was doing when he heard the sound of a zipper, and the popping of another packet of lube being opened. The atmosphere very quickly changed as Carlos leaned over and draped himself over his back, nosing at his ear while whispering “Do you want my cock, babe? Want me to fill you up right here on this bed? Talk to me, sweetheart”.
He whined and answered “Carlos… please, don’t make me ask”
“Come on, beg for me. Let everyone in this place hear how bad you want me to fuck you”
“... Please… Please fuck me, baby. I need you so bad” His face burned as he ground out the words.
Carlos bit down on the side of his neck and growled “Louder”
His whines rose in volume as he felt Carlos’ cock grinding into his ass, only a thin layer of fabric separating the two of them. “Please! Carlos, I need your cock! Fuck me, I need it, please!”
He was hanging over the edge of the bed when Carlos suddenly peeled himself off of his back and hooked his fingers under the thong. He slipped his fat cock in between his asscheeks and let the thong snap back into place.
He ground back and forth against his ass, kneaded his ass around his dick, creating friction for him to slide against.
“Gonna fuck you so hard, babe. You have no idea what you do to me”
He pulled back slightly and lined himself up with his entrance. “I don’t know if it’s too late or if the vibe is dead, but can we go back to our characters? I kind of really want to now”
TK could only snort in response, “We can do whatever we want, baby”
He heard laughter behind him and the cock that pressed against him stopped moving. Slowly, hands caressed down his back until they landed on his waist. They gripped slightly and continued their way down to his hips, where they grabbed at the mounds of his ass and gripped tightly.
A voice sounded behind him, deeper, heavy with lust. “You want me to fuck that tight little ass of yours, boy? Huh?”
He groaned, “Ugh, how many times are you gonna make me tell you? Just put your dick in me already”
The man growled deep in his throat, “You are gonna regret that”
Any witty retort he would have made died in his mouth when the thick shaft surged forward and pierced his tight rim. “Ah! Fuck!” The man didn’t let up, just pushed and pushed inside until his pelvis was right up against TK’s ass.
“This what you wanted?” He asked as he spanked him once again. “Wanted me to take you hard and fast? Give your ass a real beating? Well, you got it” He pulled out, and slammed back in.
TK screamed, from pain and pleasure, as he was fucked mercilessly, pushed forward with every thrust, while the man’s hands held onto him with an iron grip. He couldn’t wait to see all the marks they would leave, count them with Carlos curled around him.
The room was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin, the man grunting and groaning as he drove into him over and over, relishing in the tight grip TK had on his cock.
They shifted position slightly. TK was grabbed by the waist and flung further up the bed, on his hands and knees, and a second later the other lunged over him, pressing him down into the bed. His ass was arched high, like an offering for the other to use how he saw fit.
The man swore and crept back slightly, spreading TK’s ass and placing a smacking kiss right on his hole, before diving in and licking at him until he was a squirming, whimpering mess. He pushed his tongue inside and around his rim, and then bit into the flesh of one of his cheeks, groaning and pulling at the fatty muscle with his teeth. He released it and placed a sloppy wet kiss over the imprint of his teeth he’d left in the skin.
“So… fucking pretty” He said in between licks.
He climbed over TK again and aimed at his asshole. When he entered him again, he sighed in relief and something like bliss, before bearing down on him with his hips until he was fully seated inside. The man had a very considerable length, and the girth of him stretched out his insides in a way that was almost overwhelming. If he wasn’t so desperate to get fucked right now, he would have gotten on his knees and worshipped that big dick with his mouth right then and there.
What had started out as a more gentle fucking suddenly got a whole lot more intense, with the man raising himself on his elbows and slamming himself back down, the slap of their bodies echoing through the suite. He increased in tempo with every thrust, and soon his arms that rippled in thick, corded muscles, were dripping in sweat and shaking as he struggled to hold himself up.
He collapsed on top of him panting, still rutting into him like mad. “Why don’t you be a doll for me… And ride my cock for a bit while I catch my breath? Yeah?” TK nodded, desperate.
The man laid down on his back, with his arms tucked behind his head like a king, his cock sticking straight up, throbbing and hard as a rock. TK had to practically force his body not to throw itself onto the sizable member, and instead ease it in. It worked only partly, as the moment the head slipped in, he moaned loudly and slammed himself down.
“Oohh fuck yeah that’s good, sweetheart, sit on my cock” he babbled as TK adusted to the change in angle. He placed his hands on the man’s slippery, glistening chest, and started bouncing up and down as fast as he could.
“You're so big! Fuck! I fucking love you cock, baby!” he yelled out as he impaled himself on the hard shaft. A slight change in angle when he shifted to get comfortable, and he had to scramble to squeeze his own cock, lest he cum prematurely. The man immediately understood what had happened and grinned.
“Did you find the spot, princess? I can help you” his hands were no longer behind his head but on TK’s sides, and he got no warning before he started bucking up furiously into him, pummeling his prostate until TK screamed. He didn’t know what to hold onto, his eyes watered as pleasure overwhelmed, and the last thing he saw was the man’s smug grin drinking in every bit of his desperation before he came in a flash. He spurted all over both of their chests, painting them in uneven streaks as he dick bounced up and down where it had slipped out of his thong. He came for so long he was practically crying by the end, and he clenched so hard that the man was cursing and grinding into that same spot inside TK until he spilled as well. A torrent of white-hot liquid right inside his ass, burning him up from the inside as he came down from his own orgasm.
He slouched over the man and they spent a few moments just catching their breaths.
“That was… Intense” said TK after he’d come back down to earth, and Carlos laughed breathlessly in response.
“I think I’m gonna need a full day to recover from that. Maybe a week”
“You’re not the one that’s gonna be limping for 2-3 days, I don’t know what you have to recover from”
He could practically hear the cheeky smirk on his husband’s face when he shot back “You know I love it when you ride me, but you’re a lot heavier than you look”
That earned him a smack on the chest that made him let out an undignified squeak, before TK started tickling his sides and ribs, causing him to giggle uncontrollably and squirm, pinned underneath his weight.
Carlos retaliated and rolled them over, and they tickled each other back and forth before deciding to call a truce. TK let his husband snuggle up with his head on his chest, his ear positioned right over his heart. It was one of his favorite ways to sleep, listening to the steady and content heartbeat, it was exactly what he needed after scenes where he’d been more rough than he was used to. Not just to be close to his husband, but to have a physical reminder that he was okay.
In a matter of minutes the room was shrouded in a peaceful silence and they were taken by sleep. No sound could be heard but the faint whisper of the couple’s breathing, and the far away noises of cars going by. The Lover’s Nest hotel was quiet again.
