The Azure Flame

The downtown streets were dark and empty as torrential rain began pouring down unto the cracked soot-covered pavement.  The flickering lights of shifty stores the only source of light illuminating the twisting alleyways of the shady part of town during this moonless night...   

How long have I been aimlessly wandering for...? Wondered Evan, barely registering his surroundings as he looked up from under his rain-soaked hoody for the first time in hours, his thoughts a swirling black hole of nothingness.   

Numb. Completely untethered from reality or feeling he’d dragged one foot in front of the other since dusk.  Trying to escape an abyss of pummeling anguish and heartbreak that he wasn’t yet ready to face.  He plodded along like a mindless zombie. Directionless. Unconsciously seeking anything that would somehow make him feel something again.  

Evan glared around for some shelter from the freezing rain as he was starting to shiver from its unforgiving coldness and eventually spotted a corner with a moldy protruding rooftop that covered the equally filthy sidewalk.  “Good enough...” he grumbled under his breath as he quickly made his way over to the much welcome refuge from the deluge that had nearly chilled him to the bone.   

Upon reaching the shady looking corner he quickly flicked off his hoody and ran his fingers through his dampened hair, pushing some wet strands off his boyish face. He restlessly shuffled underneath the small space as he breathed out warming air into the palms of his hands, attempting to warm himself up from the rainy cold. His eyes welled up with tears as furtive pangs of the hurt he didn’t want to acknowledge crawled to the surface completely unbidden, perhaps as a result of feeling caged in by the storm that had begun to rage around him. Desperate to ignore it, he turned around to take a real look at the store he stood in front of...   

- The Azure Flame Tattoo Parlor -

“What a dump...” Evan scoffed to himself as he judgmentally scanned the old-fashioned looking neon-blue sign that was covered in a thick layer of black dust. The place looked like something out of a dystopian future from a cliched young adult novel.... Dark looking designs of mischievous demons, creepy looking ghouls and twisted villains haphazardly plastered all over the large glass window that provided small titillating glimpses into the murky interior.    

Evan moved closer to the glass so he could peer inside... Within, the parlor looked like a punk-rock bar that had been refurbished into a tattoo studio.  The walls were covered in even more darkly alluring tattoo art that was truly eye-catching and made the heart-broken young man get lost in it as he admired the sharp angular lines of enticing tribal designs and the soft blurry edges of disturbingly beautiful artworks. Lured inside... like a lonely pirate following a siren’s irresistible call he slowly pushed open the door to the parlor, setting off a rickety door chime that made him jump a little.  

“Can I help you?” grumbled a sultry voice from behind a black curtain that separated the entrance of the store from the back, where the real ink work obviously took place.  

Evan gulped hard. Unsure of why he’d even entered the peculiar looking place other than a perplexing force driving him forward, perhaps to run away from the truth of what had made him trudge along mindlessly for hours in the rain... All the way to the unpleasant part of town. A burst of sudden adrenaline coursed through his veins as he took one more look at the nightmarish art decorating the walls and his lips parted without another thought...  

“D-do you take walk-ins?” I-I'd like to get a tattoo!” he stuttered out, trying to sound confident in his own spur-of-the-moment decision that had blindsided the more logical part of his brain. The part that was usually more in control. Right now, he was raw and defenseless.  Hungry for anything that would make him feel alive once more.    

From behind the curtain emerged a tall, slender twenty-something year old man with spiky raven hair and hypnotically piercing blue eyes.  He prowled towards the reception counter with a cocky arrogance as he slowly scanned Evan up and down, almost like a hunter assessing his prey. Most strikingly, he was covered in intricately detailed tattoos, making him look like a moving work of art or a beautiful nightmare brought to life.   

Damn...He’s kinda hot... mused Evan, taken aback by his surprisingly soft features which stood in stark contrast to the inked-up body he was proudly showing off through a revealing black tank top. His overall swaggering demeanor obviously screamed ‘fuckboy’ but that didn’t stop him from being dangerously alluring, his cold azure stare sparking a flame of licentious arousal deep within Evan, making him suddenly feel dizzyingly hot despite being completely drenched in cold rain.  

“That depends pretty boy.  Are you looking for something simple or a three-hour Hokusai masterpiece?” the mysterious young man asked drily, resting his elbows on the reception counter.

He gave Evan one more look over, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he examined him slowly from head to toe, shamelessly checking him out and making no attempt at hiding it. Evan blushed bright red as he felt the hungry eyes savoring every inch of him and he froze on the spot, completely taken aback by such a blatant display of unabashed desire.  “ Pretty boy” ... the words kept ringing in his head and it made his heart flutter within his chest.  It took him a moment to compose himself internally before he could respond, pushing aside heat he felt bubbling within himself.    

“Just something simple.” he replied bluntly, pretending not to notice being so overtly lusted over by the roguish tattoo artist.   

“Cool, what did you have in mind?” quizzed the black-haired beauty, tapping his tattooed fingers on the counter to the rhythm of a strange rock song playing faintly in the background.   

“I... Uhhh... I’m not sure. To be honest, this is really out of the blue for me.  Do you have any design portfolios or anything I could look at?” Evan admitted frankly, looking around once more at the artworks adorning the walls to see if anything caught his eye but everything seemed larger and far more conspicuous than anything he was willing to commit to.    

“Sure, here you go... these babies are all mine...  Why do you want a tattoo anyways? Usually, when people come in, they at least have some idea what they want...” puzzled the captivating stranger, raising a slightly judgmental eyebrow at Evan. The inked-up artist then ducked down below the counter and pulled out a tattered leather scrapbook and plopped it unceremoniously on the counter-top.   

“Honestly, I just want to try something new.  Do something that makes me feel... alive again” Evan admitted truthfully, pressing up close to the counter and placing his hands on the rough leather of the old scrapbook, admiring its almost rustic charm.    

“Riiight... Well at least try to pick something that means something to you, or reminds you of a thing you like” the enticing tattooist suggested, a sliver of smug annoyance in his tone.  His inquisitive eyes roamed Evan’s face as he leaned in closer to examine the scrapbook, a ravenous flicker flashing across their blue depths when their eyes connected.   

Trying his best to ignore the warmth spreading across his cheeks as he felt the attractive artist’s gaze admiring his face, Evan opened up the old scrapbook and began flicking through its pages for something he’d like permanently etched unto his skin. The album was breathtakingly gorgeous, not only for its art but for its creative presentation.  It was filled with polaroid pictures of previous tattoos and drawings of new designs in tight-knit collages against a fiery blue backdrop on every page. Scrolling through the pages everything seemed a little too ‘emo edge-lord' for his own personal taste and he was starting to doubt he’d fine anything he’d like... Until one surprisingly innocent design made him let out a tiny chuckle.   

Perfect. Literally perfect ... Evan thought to himself looking down at its brilliant simplicity, suddenly filled with real excitement at his all-too brash decision to get inked.  

“That one!” he chirped, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he excitedly pointed at the tattoo he wanted. A trickle of genuine happiness pouring down through him for the first time in weeks at that moment.   

“...Seriously? I kinda drew that one as a joke when I was hungry!” the tatted-up artist confessed, scratching his head as visible confusion unfurled through his handsome features while he looked down at the design Evan was enthusiastically pointing at.   

“Well, you said I should get a tattoo that means something to me, or reminds me of a thing I love... there’s nothing I love more on this earth than fried chicken!” Evan beamed, flashing a cheeky grin at the brooding tattooist.  His heart leapt in his chest at feeling something other than hollow emptiness after so long.   

On the page, there was a simple drawing of a fried chicken leg adorned with tiny angel wings.  It was the most beautifully pure thing Evan had ever seen in his life.  He almost wept as he gazed on its impossible perfection.    

“Alright, that’ll be 150 bucks, let me go make a stencil real quick and I’ll come back to get you. Just fill out this form for now...” the dark-haired boy grumbled as he quickly pulled out a paper sheet from underneath the counter and handed it to Evan before turning around to the back of the store, disappearing behind the black curtain.   

Evan glared down at the sheet, it asked nothing that was either unexpected or particularly interesting. Age, address, phone number... any known health conditions or allergies... blah blah blah. He filled it out quickly, grabbing a pen from the counter and writing away almost mindlessly. Eager to just get on with it. Desperate to do whatever it took to distract himself from his lingering heartache.   

“Follow me handsome... and bring the form” prompted the bewitching stranger, popping his face up from behind the curtain and giving Evan a devilish wink.   

Evan’s cock twitched at that as a cascade of shivers flowed down his spine. A combination of simmering arousal at the other man’s shameless flirtations and ecstatic nerves for what he’d gotten himself into making the room spin slightly around him as he followed him towards a completely brand-new experience... perhaps beginning to open himself up to a fresh chapter in his life.   

Following the swaggering tattooist behind the black curtain, he peered around wide-eyed as he took in the edgy workspace, graffiti lined walls and posters of by-gone rockstars decorating the area.  On one of the walls, pictures of what he assumed where all the artists who worked at the store where neatly lined up with their names plastered below their black and white portraits.  He quickly scanned through their names and faces... Shigaraki, Himiko, Bubaigawara ... His gaze came to a screeching halt as it recognized the handsome face of the man who was about to pierce his skin.  His eyes darted down quickly to find out his name... it simply read... Karim.   

So that’s your name... interesting... he thought vagrantly as he allowed himself to become more and more intrigued by the flirty stranger.   

Karim waved a guiding hand, signaling Evan to sit down by his workstation with a subtly wicked grin on his face. Evan’s heart was thumping as he took off his rain-soaked hoodie, leaving himself in a slightly damped white t-shirt that clung tightly to his body. He tried to make himself comfortable on the tattoo chair as he anxiously waited for the captivating artist to finish his preparations. He watched intently as the brooding young man washed his hands and put on some gloves, setting off a collection of ink caps and new needles by a work-cart nearby.   

 Evan couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down the curve of Karim’s back and admire a mouth-wateringly perky ass as he prepped himself. His eyes then slid on up to savor the sight of his toned tatted-up arms as he craved to be able to feel them up somehow.  He felt his cock inevitably begin to stiffen within his jeans as he let himself over-indulge in the visual treat before him so he quickly looked away, eyes darting up to the ceiling as he twiddled his thumbs, frantically hoping he wouldn’t pop a full-on boner after such a lack of self-control.   

“I want it here by the way, on my upper forearm!” he blurted out, trying to snap himself out of his carnal desires.  He extended his right arm and pointed at the exact spot he wanted.  

“Sooo... what’s a fine, uptown boy like you doing around these shady parts anyways?” Karim wondered out loud as he turned around and sat down in his work-chair right in front of Evan, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked deep into Evan’s eyes with a stripping incisiveness.   

Their knees touched and it sent a spark of sinful heat to Evan’s groin, who immediately moved his legs to avoid another awkward hard-on. Karim then grabbed unto his arm and washed his forearm with a soapy wipe, his rough hands unleashing some frenzied butterflies within Evan’s stomach as their eyes connected in a sizzling gaze. A crackling electricity permeating within the short distance between them.   

“I guess I’m...  running away from something” Evan muttered revealingly, trying his best to maintain their loaded eye contact despite feeling like Karim’s eyes were undressing his very mind and leaving him completely exposed and defenseless.  He had been running away... but he knew he couldn’t run from whatever was slowly igniting here.  

“Running away from what?” Karim prodded, his eyes narrowing like a cat about to pounce on a vulnerable sparrow as he gazed at Evan.  After wiping away the excess soap, he turned around and grabbed a brand-new razor and started shaving the light blondish hairs off Evan's forearm.  

“Myself” Evan admitted sullenly, flashes of the volcanic relationship that had pushed him to his limit sparking like fleeting nightmarish visions through his mind.   

“Pffttt!... Is that your attempt at trying to sound cool and mysterious blondie?” Karim chuckled teasingly, his low grumbly voice hiding a dark undercurrent that was just as captivating as the rest of him.       

“Maybe... is it working?” Evan teased right back, giving the tattooist a playful smile as he nudged away the heartbreak that had driven him to this very chair in a desperate pursuit of a jolting distraction.   

“No. It does make you even more adorable though” Karim mused, his eyes lingering on Evan’s lips as he continued his teasing banter, deliberately letting his gaze dwell there in a shamelessly flirtatious manner.   

“Whatever...” Evan scoffed, his cheeks blushing crimson as he turned his face away from Karim, getting a little too turned on for his own good.   

 Evan was drawn like a moth to a flame to the palpable heat that ignited whenever they looked into each other’s eyes.  Throughout their repartee Karim had smoothly applied a sticky stencil unto his forearm, using the pressure of his palm to ensure it stuck. Once it was ready, he pinched a corner and peeled it back slowly to remove it from Evan’s skin.   

“Is this placement good?” Karim asked, examining his own work with a steely intensity.  

“Yeah...It’s perfect” Evan replied, admiring the adorable design.  

“I’m a lucky guy, getting to pop your tattoo cherry like this” Karim purred, his eyes gleaming with bawdy self-satisfaction at his racy innuendo, the dual meaning of his words making Evan blush even harder.   

“Very lucky... prove yourself worthy of it!” Evan snapped back, teeming with adrenaline and heat as the good-looking punk turned up his indecent provocations.  The sparking tension between them growing so thick it could be cut through with a knife.  

Karim changed into a new pair of gloves and grabbed an ink bottle, shaking the hell out of it for what seemed like forever. Evan watched intently as Karim finished preparing the tattoo gun, and leaned in ever so close...  

“This might hurt a bit” Karim husked, a slightly sadistic tinge to his tone making goosebumps erupt all over Evan’s body.    

The needle breached his skin and Evan let out a soft gasp as Karim guided it along the lines of the stencil. Evan watched wide eyed as Karim’s hands daftly worked their magic, putting a permanent mark on his flesh. It was a different kind of pain... It was almost pleasurable... There was an indescribable bliss in it as the needle moved in a blur, the buzzing sound of it ringing in Evan’s ears. Karim leaned in close as he worked away, creating precise lines along Evan’s skin, his eyes bristling with fierce concentration. Neither of them said a word as the small space between them filled with bubbling unspoken desire.    

Evan was drowning in the overwhelming sensation of it all, the line between pleasure and plain blurring as he yearned for more. He shivered slightly as the stubborn lingering heart-ache and hurt that had clouded his mind seemed to dissipate, tiny rays of sun shining through at last. Through it all his eyes were glued to Karim, completely enraptured by every inch of his skin he could look at. It was as if he’d put a spell on him and he couldn’t help but want to dive in to the dark blue waters within his eyes.   

It all went by in a flash as he found his fresh tattoo being wrapped by gentle hands as Karim carefully explained how to look after it for the next few weeks... His mind still in a daze from the whole experience as he handed over the cash for the services rendered back at the counter.  It was like being wrapped in a descending cloud as he slowly came down from the rush of the experience he’d just had.  Nothing had ever felt quite as invigorating.   
  

“You’ve just had your heart broken, haven’t you?” Karim just blurted out, completely matter-of-factly, lifting a curious eyebrow at Evan.   

... WHAT?!... Evan was snapped back into reality by Karim’s blunt assertion as his incisive stare seemed to cleave right into his soul, leaving him completely open and vulnerable.  There was no more luxuriating in the delicious afterglow of getting his first tattoo as his heart was nearly made to stop by hearing the uncomfortable truth being spoken out loud.   

“I-I’m sorry... W-what?” Evan stammered, an incredulous look on his face as he froze in shock.  Stripped completely naked by someone he’d just met an hour ago, but somehow seemed to know more than he had any right to.   

“You can see it from a mile away” Karim says in a gravelly tone, his eyes softening as he looked at Evan’s shocked face.    

“It’s really none of your business!” Evan spat out as his heart squeezed tight within his chest, a rumble of shattering pieces of the past making him quake a little as he stood there feeling completely exposed.  

“No. It’s not... But I bet I could make you feel better” Karim coaxed, voice low and sultry as he slithered from behind the counter and moved right up to Evan, their faces just a few mere inches away.   

“Excuse me?” Evan gulped, shivering on the spot as he looked up at the taller man, dizzying arousal intermingling with breathless vulnerability as the other man seemed capable of reading him like a book.  

“I have a place upstairs. My apartment’s just atop of this building... Why don’t you come up? I’d like to help you relax and feel good” Karim cooed softly, provocatively looking down at Evan with devilish intent in his eyes.    

“Feel good?” Evan questioned, his brain almost short-circuiting as jolts of electricity sparked up and down his spine as he desperately tried to process everything that he’d just heard come out of Karim’s mouth.  

“I saw you staring at me the whole-time blondie, and I think I made it pretty clear I like you too... Soooo, what do you say? I’ll help you forget whatever fucker hurt you! I promise” Karim muttered, voice dripping with desire as his penetrative gaze wouldn’t let up on the tight hold that he had over Evan.  

I need this... I do... Evan could feel his knees almost buckling as he stood there growing overwhelmed by it all. Karim’s seductive voice laced through the frighteningly perceptive way he’d been able to tell exactly what had been going on with him making him just want to melt into his arms... Would this be yet another distraction to avoid dealing with his issues? Or perhaps something more... His rapid heartbeat reverberated in his ears as he took a deep breath before the plunge.   

“Yes, I-I'd really like that. Yes please...” Evan stuttered out almost breathlessly, immediately regretting letting himself sound so damn needy as he felt a familiar heat begin pooling deep within.  

“Alright, let me lock up here for the night” the wicked smile on Karim’s face as those words left his mouth was positively sinful.   

The shameless Casanova made quick work of closing up shop, bustling about the room to make sure everything was in order so they could make a quick escapade.  Soon enough they were both outside the tattoo parlor, the chilly air stinging their skin as they made their way over to the corner of the building where there was a dark dilapidated entrance leading up to some crooked stairs.  

Evan’s blood was buzzing and his heart pounded within his chest as he followed Karim towards the inevitable conclusion of their sparring banter and those lingering stares full of unspoken yearning. He stuck closely behind Karim as they climbed up the steep, gloomy stairs leading to his apartment. Both carefully avoiding small puddles on certain steps thanks to a leaky roof.  They eventually arrived at a chipped wooden door at which point Karim hurriedly fiddled through his keys and popped open the rickety lock once he found the correct one.   

“Welcome to my palace...” Karim joked, pushing open the door and welcoming Evan inside with a sheepish grin.  

It was a typical bachelor’s pad.  Barren and lacking any sort of cohesive furniture. There was an ugly looking couch against the far-left wall that looked like it probably belonged to someone’s grandma once.  A couple of pizza boxes were littered on a small wooden table in front of it. Unopened carboard boxes laid stacked into a corner near a small kitchen that smelled like a fountain of soba. The bland white walls lacking any sort of decoration except for small cracks and out-of-joint bricks.  No family pictures or portraits to speak of.   

“Love what you’ve done with the place!” Evan teased, biting back a laugh as he looked around at the drab apartment.   

“You didn’t come here to admire the furniture blondie” Karim sneered, his eyes devouring Evan with ravenous lust as he walked backwards towards an unopened door...   

“Come to the bedroom...” he hissed, flinging the door open and disappearing inside, beckoning Evan to follow him at once.   

Evan stepped in with great curiosity, his heart still thumping rapidly in feverish anticipation.  Karim’s room, much like the rest of the apartment was mostly unfurnished save for a large unmade bed and a big wooden closet filled to burst with gothic clothes and well-worn shoes.  The pale moonlight slipping in through the thin curtains adorning the window bathed the room in soft light.  The faint sounds of cars driving by as rain kept pouring down created a soothing soundscape that made Evan loosen his shoulders as he tiptoed around the sparce living space.   

“C’mere!” Karim ordered, plopping down unto his own bed and patting at the empty space next to him with his hand, signaling to Evan to sit down real close.  

Evan immediately sat down on the bed, a thousand butterflies fluttered about frenziedly in his tummy as Karim took his hand with his own and interlaced their fingers together.  He wondered how such a simple gesture could be so potent and intimate, the warmth of Karim’s hand feeling like a comforting warm blanket.   

“I know it’s none of my business but... What happened? Who was he? Y-you don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna... J-just tell me to shut the fuck up if I’m bothering you” Karim spoke quietly. The softest and most unsure his entire demeaner had been up to this point, as if being in the privacy of his own room gave him permission to let down his cocky over-confident guard.  Even if just for a little while.  

Evan paused to let himself take a deep breath in, closing his eyes to ground himself and process everything that had happened on this wildly unexpected afternoon. Breathe out.  Slowly, he opened heavy lidded eyes to once more become spellbound when his gaze connected with the enthralling man next to him. Maybe it was time to be honest with himself.    

“Everyone always says I’m optimistic to a fault... that nothing ever gets to me... that I’m good at everything... But it’s not true.  Things do hurt me.  I’m just good at hiding it. Recently I... had to let go of someone I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember because I recognized that he was no good for me. Doesn’t make it hurt any less... You see... I’ve never really failed at anything before. I hate disappointing others” Evan wept softly, his eyes welling up with tears as he finally let himself acknowledge how he truly felt and everything that had happened.  

It was like the weight of the world was suddenly lifted off his shoulders.  It didn’t fully stop the hurt but it gave it a voice. He’d finally opened up an exhaust port of sorts so it wouldn’t keep accumulating inside until it festered and turned dreadfully toxic.  He still felt bruised but at least now his wounds had a name and an origin.  A source he could bring into the light, to illuminate his path forward.  

“Sometimes when you’re at your most fucked up, that’s when you’re open to changing into something even stronger than you’ve ever been” Karim consoled him, visibly struggling to find the right words but clearly trying his best to soothe him. A deep seated sadness lurking just beneath the surface.  

“That’s actually kinda sweet, thank you” Evan smiled, wiping away a tear that had escaped from his eyes, he quivered as he sat there feeling like his soul had been laid bare.   

“You’re trembling... you don’t do this kinda thing often do you?” Karim observed, tightening his grip on Evan’s hand as if to ground him back into the present moment.   

Heat rushed to Evan’s face and he turned his head away “No” he replied honestly as the tension between them simmered hotter, coming closer and closer to a boil.   

“Stay right there, I’ll get something that’ll soothe and relax us both real gooood” Karim crooned, letting go of his hand and darting over to drag open a drawer on his black closet.   

He sat back down looking like a naughty school child as he waved a pre-rolled blunt at Evan. He lit it up with glee and took a long puff from it, sinking down into the mattress with a blissed out look on his face.  

“Care to share?” Evan chortled, enjoying watching Karim space out.  

As though he'd been waiting for that very question, Karim grinned and moved closer, until their knees were touching...  

“Breathe in when I breathe out gorgeous” Karim said in a low voice that rumbled through Evan’s entire being.  

Evan nodded in response, licking his dry lips as anticipation and desire brewed hot within. No thoughts except wanting to close the small distance between them permanently, if possible.  

Karim leaned in close as he slipped his hand around the back of Evan’s neck, sending a waterfall of shivers down his spine. Evan watched utterly mesmerized as Karim’s cheeks hollowed when he took a pull from the blunt. Their lips brushed together as Karim leaned right in, and slowly breathed out unto his parted lips. Evan took a shallow breath, and although his throat tightened, he managed not to cough. His eyes fluttered close as he melted unto Karim’s hold, swaying on the spot a little. The inhalation warmed him down to his belly, and when he breathed out again without coughing Karim gave him an approving wink that made him quiver with need.   

He shook at Karim’s proximity, entranced by the teasing curve of his lips and the flicker of his dark eyelashes. He felt himself immediately get hard as he admired the dangerous flames within Karim’s eyes, a soothing haze settling over his thoughts as he grew intoxicated by the sensual intimacy of the moment.  

Before he could conjure up another thought...Karim threw the blunt away and crashed their lips together in a deep, searing kiss that made the earth stop spinning. Evan instantly moaned into it as Karim pushed him backwards on top of the bed and slid on top of him, cupping his face to tilt his head up as their kiss grew sloppy and messy, their tongues swirling around each other as they both fought for dominance in the heat of the moment. Ripples of carnal hunger making him claw at Karim’s forearms.   

He let out a trembling gasp into Karim’s mouth as he felt his rock-hard cock press against his own where their hips were slotted together. The velvety warmth of Karim’s mouth making him delirious as they made out like recently uncaged animals. When their lips finally parted, he panted for air like he’d just come up from a deep underwater dive into the most refreshingly cooling waters.   

“Relax pretty boy... relax” Karim purred against the shell of Evan’s ear.  

The feeling of Karim’s warm breath caressing his skin makes Evan shiver against him, a helpless whimper escaping his lips as his hips bucked upwards involuntarily, seeking some much-needed friction. Their throbbing cocks rubbing together through the fabric of their tight jeans.   

“P-please... please!” Evan whimpered through quivering lips, not even knowing what he was pleading for, mind going hazy with delirious need as he kept rutting upwards against Karim’s hardened length with his own. His cock achingly hard and leaking obscenely within the constraint of his tight pants.   

“You’re even prettier when you beg!” Karim teased, a wicked smile on his lips as he looked down at the shivering man beneath him. He roughly cupped Evan’s face to ensure their eyes connected in a heated gaze before he started grinding downwards to meet his heady upward thrusts, rolling his hips sinfully so their cocks would press hard against each other.   

“Oh my god...” Evan gasped, biting his lips to hold back what he knew would be an embarrassingly needy whimper.  The unbridled lust in Karim’s eyes was making him fray at the edges, intoxicated by desire and renewed thirst for life. He felt alive again as a dizzying need began filling him to the brim.  And it was all thanks to the dangerously handsome man above him.  

“Let’s take these clothes off, shall we? Karim cooed, but it sounded more like an order than a suggestion.  

“Y-yes...Yes!” Evan stuttered out feverishly, wanting to taste and explore every inch of Karim’s skin.   

They stripped each other quickly, clothes flying everywhere as they practically tore the clothes from each other’s bodies. Evan stared wide eyed, surely in the throes of a spell as he took in just how truly covered in ink Evan was. It was as if his body told a story that he was dying to get to know, begging to uncover what lurked beneath the rough exterior.   

Karim’s large hands snake through Evan's smooth torso and chest and he roughly grabs his arms and pins them above his head by the wrists.  Evan's eyes blow wide and he keens at Karim's dominant forcefulness, which only made him even more drunk with arousal. With his arms held tightly above his head he was truly at Karim’s mercy and it was positively blissful.  

Karim plunges his face back into the crook of Evan's neck and proceeds to kiss it feverishly, almost suckling on the soft skin. Evan can’t help but instantly whimper at it.  He grinds up against Karim and his hands struggle against where he’s pinning them down, desperate to break free and touch him everywhere. Fireworks go off in his mind as his neck is lavished in succulent kisses that drive him absolutely wild.   Shaky gasps come pouring out of his lips as Karim’s body envelops his own.   

Karim lets go of his hands and Evan immediately tangles them in his thick black hair as the taller man began trailing heated kisses down his chest and then his stomach along the way. Evan’s mind is already fogged over with need, all he can do is gasp out a “Yes” when Karim reaches his achingly hard cock.   

Looking up at him seductively Karim takes him into the welcoming warmth of his mouth and swirls his tongue around the hardened shaft. Evan sees stars as he is engulfed in wet heat while Karim sloppily services him, lips darkened with saliva as he takes him in deep. Evan can’t help but thrust into Karim’s slick mouth, as he is enraptured by his hollowing cheeks when he lustfully suctions on his throbbing cock. Fire was pooling low in his abdomen as he dissolved into the unadulterated pleasure. Giving into it as it enveloped him fully.  

“Can I fuck you?” Karim rasped breathlessly, looking up at Evan with glossy eyes as a string of warm saliva dripped down his chin.   

Evan nods fervently, spreading his legs open without even thinking. Completely consumed with lust.  He watched in a daze as Karim reached for some lubricant he had stashed in his closet nearby and he generously coated his fingers. With a frantic nod from Evan , Karim slides a finger into his warm tight entrance, then another. He moves them apart and together steadily and curls them back and forth as he drinks in Evan’s helpless moans. His third finger enters and he continues his lascivious movements. Evan can feel his cock dripping even more sticky precum as he arches his hips up and he hooks one of his legs around Karim's waist, wordlessly begging for more as Karim finds that spot inside him that makes his vision blur at the edges.   

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Karim huffed, working his fingers into Evan, opening him up for his cock.  

Dizzy for it, Evan simply responds with a shaky “More” and Karim knows exactly what he means. He pries Evan’s legs open and lines up his cock with his entrance.  

"You ready?" he asks between ragged breaths.  

A pleading "Yeah" tumbled from Evan's lips.  

Karim slowly starts slipping his large cock inside Evan’s tight heat. Evan scrunches his eyes closed and gasps at the sudden intrusion, grasping at the bedsheets. Mercifully, Karim takes it nice and easy on him. Slowly sinking deeper and deeper. In almost one perfectly wet thrust Evan takes Karim deep within him, feeling himself filled to burst in the most agonizingly perfect way.  

Evan makes a strangled noise, whole body quaking at the sensation of having Karim sheathed inside him. Karim is buried so deep within him. Deeper than anything he’d ever taken. He feels so incredibly full and it’s absolutely mind-blowing. All his worries and fears dissipating and being replaced by the most perfect of pleasures. He throws his head back and lets out the most heated moan that had ever poured out of his lips. Enthralled and consumed by unapologetic hunger for more.   

"Breathe baby... breathe" Karim encouraged softly, leaning down, arms in each side of Evan's head for support. He took a moment to just gaze down at the beautiful sight of the man beneath him.   

Evan mewls in response and Karim trails hot kisses from his shoulders up to his neck. Holding him tighter to him as he pulls out and begins fucking into him at last. Starting up a slow but steady rhythm.  

Evan tries to bite his lips to stop himself from crying out in ecstasy but it's impossible. It’s so good. Too good. The feeling of Karim's strong body against his setting his mind alight. The lustful kisses on his neck make him shiver as every thrust sends a powerful jolt of pleasure coursing through him. His legs tremble, calves shaking as Karim fucks into him more quickly, picking up his speed.   

“F-fuck me please” Evan whimpered as he wrapped his legs even tighter around Karim’s waist, ankles hooking around his sweat-slicked back as the devilishly handsome man truly begins pounding into him.    

His hands desperately scramble to find their place on Karim’s inked-up body as the pace becomes rough, a thick fog of lust permeating the air. He clings unto his broad shoulders, holding on tightly as their bodies crashed against each other at an increasingly rapid pace, one of his hands tangling into his messy raven hair. With each rough thrust of Karim’s hips, Evan clings tighter to him, pushing back into each thrust to meet him halfway. Karim firmly plants his forearms beside Evan’s head, lustfully dipping down to messily kiss along his jawline with uninhibited hunger.    

Evan can’t help but cry out in pleasure as Karim licks a wet-stripe from his neck up to his ear before gently nibbling on his earlobe.  He clawed desperately at Karim’s back wanting to melt into him, needing him as close as humanly possible. Helpless moans were continually being driven out of him by Karim’s relentless pounding as sweat and pre-cum mingled indiscriminately between them while they crashed against each other like waves against the shore.   

 Evan’s cock stays trapped between their bodies, his wetness smears their stomachs, sticky across the creases of rolling muscles. He keens desperately as the wet, warm stimulation and relentless attack on his prostate become too much as Karim hits his spot with every sinful roll of his hips. He loves it, loves the messy, sticky melding of their bodies.  It’s what he’d wanted from the moment he first laid eyes on Karim.    

Karim aggressively cupped Evan’s boyish face with both hands, their eyes met in an intense gaze that held unbridled mutual lust, their lips brushing together as they gasped into each other’s mouths while Karim kept a steady pace.    

“Tell me how much you love this” Karim grunted, punctuating this with a particularly rough thrust of his hips that makes Evan gasp and frantically grasp at his sweaty back. The reaction eliciting a sweetly wicked chuckle out of Karim.      

"I-I l-love it so m-much" Evan confessed in between pants and groans.  "I wanted this... f-from the moment I first saw y-you! You're so fucking hot” he mewled, his cheeks turning a sinful shade of crimson, at once slightly embarrassed but deeply aroused at admitting something so raw and filthy while being held so roughly by the gorgeous man above him.    

“Yeah? You wanted me to fill your tight little hole? You wanted me to spread your legs and make you cum?” Karim teased darkly, something mean and spiteful in it despite the soft way he’s cooing. 

“Well, is it as good as you imagined?” Karim grinned, already knowing the answer.   

Evan nods shakily, spastically, like he can’t even control his muscles anymore. Karim grinds in slowly on his next thrust, forcing a gratified moan out of the blond man, and keeps rolling his hips in small sinful circles. Evan is quickly becoming overwhelmed, tumbling towards the edge faster and faster with each filthy word that leaves Karim’s mouth.    

Their noses brush against each other as Karim firmly cups Evan’s handsome face, he chuckles seeing the strung-out boy squirming just underneath him and dives down to passionately kiss him.  It’s wet and messy and almost dangerously all-consuming as he practically drinks up every whimper escaping Evan’s reddened lips. When their lips finally part, Evan gasps for breath as Karim peppers gentle kisses all over his beautiful face, relishing in the breathless desire pouring out of him.    

 "You must have wanted this bad... And I did too baby...you’re just so goddamn pretty..." Karim rasped, seemingly almost chocking up as he called Evan ‘pretty’.   

“Oh fuck” Evan gasped out, eyes rolling back, toes curling as the pleasure all but consumed him. The all too familiar heat pooling in his lower stomach a tell-tale sign he was dangerously close to the edge.    

“Yeah, you’re strung out.” Karim grins in smug self-satisfaction. He’s rougher with his next thrusts, deliberately chasing towards the orgasm he knows is teetering just in the distance for the trembling man beneath him.   

“Come on, baby boy. Work your cock for me. I want you to cum around me” Karim keened breathlessly.    

Evan complies like he’ll die if he won’t.  He scrambles for his cock and grips it so hard his knuckles go a little white, roughly jerking himself off in a frenzy.  Karim doesn’t stop him, doesn’t bother to even slow him down, instead he glances down in between them to admire the way Evan touches himself, watching intently as the blond shamelessly chased his peak with reckless abandon. So heady and desperate. His legs tightened like a vice around Karim’s waist as he dangled on the precipice of his release. He gripped desperately at Karim’s back with one hand as he jerked himself off frantically with the other, holding unto him tight as the inevitable quickly approached.    

“Oh my god... I-I’m so f-f-fucking close... Y-you're gonna make me cum!” Evan practically sobbed. Struggling to get the words out through shaky whimpers as he dangled on the precipice of his release. Unable to think of anything but the perfect drag of Karim’s thick cock inside him and the way he knew he was about to come apart. He never felt more vulnerable than when he came undone and the thought Karim was about to see it, to see him , only added to the raw pent-up desire making him fall apart.    

“Yeah... that’s it... I wanna see a big sticky mess... show me a big sticky mess” Karim grunted out, authority and desire dripping over every word as he roughly cupped Evan’s face, forcing the shuddering man to look at him, right into his dark, smoldering eyes that held such fire within them.    

His pace became downright brutal. His intent was abundantly clear. He wanted to make the trembling Evan cum between them right then and there. Evan keened from the intensity of their eye contact alone, as he hurtled towards the inevitable. His hand never stopping its frantic motion on his cock as Karim continued his hard, deep pace that had the entire bed shaking.     

“Yeah baby, you can cum, I’ve got you boy, fucking cum, come on... Cum for me, make a mess” Karim demanded, tone firm and deep as he pounded into Evan with animalistic ferocity.    

That was it for Evan, he cried out, high-pitched and brokenly as Karim’s filthy words coupled with the fire in his eyes tipped him over the edge at last.  His back arched as he spurted hot and hard between them, milky white cum spilling over his hand and coating both their stomachs. His whole body shaking as the pleasure was ripped from him.  His thighs trembled around Karim’s waist as he made an absolute mess in between them, leaving him drenched and whimpering as Karim kept on fucking him through his orgasm.  

Karim slammed home, deep, holding Evan tight by the hips and booming in a tone of deep satisfaction "That's it, there you fucking go!"...  

Evan lets out a chocked sob, completely overcome by falling undone like this. He shivers from head to toe. The lingering aftershocks of his orgasm have his legs shaking around Karim and his sweaty chest heaving as the world stuttered on its axis.   

Karim moaned uninhibitedly as he spilled inside Evan, chest heaving and muscles glistening with sweat as his whole body went taut while he pressed in deep.  His blue eyes scrunched closed as he quaked at the force of his release, his whole-body spasming as he burst hard within the overstimulated man beneath him. Coating Evan’s insides in his warm spent.   

"Ah...sorry" Karim murmured, sounding not at all contrite. He grinned down at Evan's stunned face as he stroked the pad of his thumb along his quivering bottom lip. "Your ass is just—I couldn't resist".  

Evan could do nothing but whimper pitifully in response as Karim sunk down on top of him, heedless of the mess. He closes his eyes and tries to regain control of his breath as a soft smile illuminates his face... Utterly spent and blissfully satisfied. After a while, he couldn't possibly tell how long, he rolled Karim over unto to his side and they tangled their legs together. Evan couldn't speak yet, but he managed a satisfied grunt as he pressed his face into the sticky, salty skin of Karim's neck.  

“Shit! You should probably get up and wash your tattoo, how careless of me” Karim breathed out sounding completely exhausted as he quicky drifted off into dreamland.  

“Nnnnhhggg” Evan lethargically babbled in response, not wanting to move an inch.  

 “It just dawned on me that you don’t even know my name... please call me Amir” whispered the already half-asleep man, running gentle fingers through Evan's messy blond hair.  

“But I thought? At the store on the wall, it said Karim?” muttered Evan.  A little befuddled as the name seemed vaguely familiar to him.  He breathed in deeply, enjoying the musky scent of Amir’s flesh.   

“Oh that... that’s just so no one around here can connect me with my father.  The guy’s an asshole who doesn’t even know I’m alive.  He’s some hot-shot attorney who runs a powerful law-firm... People around here hate him.  And so do I." Amir seethed, looping his arm around Evan’s waist to pull him in tight.  

Evan’s stomach dropped. A hollow dread making him feel sick as Amir’s words made his mind fray at the edges... No, it couldn’t possibly be? What am I hearing? His heart sunk into a black abyss as he braced himself for the worst.  

“Wait a minute... which law firm?” Evan asked quietly, his face pale as snow.  His heart began racing anew as he anxiously awaited Amir’s answer.  

“Endeavor Legal Firm... why?” Amir scoffed, rolling his eyes at him with mild annoyance.  

Evan gasped in absolute shock “Oh my god... Hassan?! Your dad's Hassan?!!”  

The mortified look on Amir’s face was answer enough. The room violently spun around Evan as his world seemed to collapse into irrecoverable oblivion.   

I just fucked my ex’s son?!?!   

... To be continued?