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The room was unbearably hot, filled with the pants from Rody's parted lips and the wet sounds of kisses trailing down his neck and chest. Lithe hands undid the knot of the robe's belt at his waist, and the fluffy material parted like a perfectly baked potato's insides against a knife. Underneath was the sturdy frame of Rody's torso, and Vincent's hands never once hesitated to roam. Immediately, he cupped the other's pectorals, watching as he let out another shuddering gasp before it melted into a whine as the chef's deft fingers tugged and teased perked nipples. He'd never had anyone touch him like this. Sure, he'd have sex with past girlfriends, but they were... He was the one in Vincent's position. And even then, they were loud, demanding, and cruel with their expectations for mind-bending sex every time. The only appreciation he ever got was when he ate their cunt out, but even then it was limited gratitude. Not that he expected any in the first place, but he did thrive off of positive reinforcement versus being reminded of his failures. However, it was different with Vincent.
Another twist of his nipples brought his attention to the present with a sharp inhale, and the chef let out a tsk of disapproval.
"Do I need to keep reminding you to focus on me, Rody?" He asked, voice dangerous and predatory. The older swallowed thickly, Adam's apple bobbing with the action.
"N-No, sorry... I've just... I've never..."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Wh-- No!" His answer was met with an unconvinced arch of Vincent's brow, and Rody scrambled to tack on his next sentence before the other could say anything.
"I-I've just-- I've never been in the girl's position before--" He mumbled, cheeks aflame with a new blush. Vincent seemed to be amused despite the lack of a smile on his face.
"You've never been a bottom? How cute." He leaned forward, lips brushing against his as he spoke.
"If I had my way, I'd be more than happy to treat you like a pretty girl." That... Why did that do things to Rody? A sick grin appeared on Vincent's face, and if the situation was different, he'd be terrified.
"Do you enjoy that, pretty girl? I'm more than happy to call you that more... Maybe see how you tick as I fuck your cunt..." Rody let out an indignant noise as the back of his hand pressed against his face in an attempt to obscure Vincent's view. However, it did not end well as Vincent was quick to grab his hands and pin them above his head.
"Don't hide." His voice commanded, but it wasn't as if Rody had much of a choice now. He wiggled nervously, earning a noise of irritation.
"Fine." The fluffy belt from the robe was yanked from its limp hanging spot in the belt loops before being used to bind his wrists together. The other end was tied to his headboard, preventing Rody from moving his arms in any way that would restrict Vincent's view or wandering fingers.
"There we go... What a good girl you are..." He purred low, pleased to now have the full dining experience of Rody's body. The older flushed, voice growing whiny as he struggled weakly against his bindings. What was happening? So much was occurring, and his brain could barely keep up with it all. Was the other nailing kinks he had without him ever knowing what they were in the first place? It sure as hell felt that way. His brows knitted together in a confused and nervous furrow. What had changed in him so much that such filth, such sin could affect him so much?
"Focus." Hissed Vincent as he tugged and teased his nipples once more. Rody's back arched off the bed as a mewl left him. God, how demanding could the younger one get? Though his frustrations seemed over as he massaged one of his breasts idly.
"Come on, dear... I shouldn't have to abuse these pretty tits of yours just to have your attention, do I?" When... Vincent was rarely if ever unprofessional beyond his questionable practices and occasional curses, and yet here he was, talking so crudely about Rody's body while feminizing him.
"You-- I--" Another rough massage of his muscled chest caused Rody to whimper and squirm. His dick was standing erect, desperate for attention that the other was choosing to not provide it.
"Yes?"
"I-I'm not a girl--" He argued weakly, but the scoff from the chef made him bite his lip.
"Are you sure? With those pretty, perky breasts and your clit that's begging for attention?" Oh, what on Earth had Rody awaken? Vincent looked starved as he played with his tits so openly. His mouth bit and licked salted, damp skin. If he didn't know any better, he'd assumed Vincent was starved despite his handsome exterior. Had he just refused to take lovers and done this to himself? The older gasped as a bite enclosed a nipple in the warmth of Vincent's mouth. His tongue laved the perky bud, and Rody swore to himself as he struggled to both chase and evade the pleasure it delivered. Vincent's lidded eyes watched every minute movement the other made, adoring how his face flushed and contorted in pleasure from the smallest of things. The redhead didn't even dare to try and make eye contact. He was certain that he would implode if their eyes met for even the briefest of moments. A wet pop was heard as Vincent detached himself from Rody's chest.
"You react so well..." He mumbled, hand now reaching to remove the work attire he wore. Despite being taller, Vincent was thinner than Rody. His body was akin to a swimmer's body while Rody's fit a more physical activity such as football or cricket. Perhaps one of the American sports if he tried, but there was a distinct difference between the two. However, Vincent still loomed over top of him, and it made him feel far smaller than him. His chest pressed against Rody's as their lips tangled once more in a heated exchange. It was addicting kissing Rody, that Vincent was sure of. The slightly burnt taste of his miserable attempts of reheating food before resigning to consuming the charcoal he'd created, the sweetness of a strawberry, the tenderness of a properly prepared steak... Not that he could really taste it, but imagination was a hell of a drug. He wanted to claim it all as his, whether it actually existed or not. He wanted Rody.
Vincent's tongue licked into Rody's, parting his lips just enough to give him access to claim the unmarked territory. The muscle ran along the top of Rody's teeth, marking a path along the pearly surface before tangling with Rody's own tongue. The older let out a string of moans, unsure how to move his tongue with Vincents. Eventually, he let the muscle relax, and the chef appeared to be happy with sucking on it. The kiss broke once the two needed air. Lines of saliva connected their lips, and Rody was certain he was rivaling his own hair color by this point. With his blood rushing to his face or the rising erection down below, he was impressed he hadn't grown dizzy or passed out. Though Vincent seemed more than happy to fix that as he wrapped his fingers ever so delicately around the shaft of his cock. Rody's hips moved involuntarily, thrusting into the younger's hand. And it seemed the renowned Charbonneau was more than thrilled to let him do exactly that.
"Mmm... Fuck my hand, just like that..." He mumbled low. He was encouraging Rody, and it worked. The older's hips thrust a tad quicker, trying to gain any amount of friction he could to his weeping cock. Really, he wasn't that small or girlish, and his cock matched proportionally. Though the thought of Vince calling him a girl-- that he was grinding his pussy into him-- kept him going.
"Go on, sweetheart... Let yourself go..." He purred, now closer than Rody could recall. The black-haired man licked the shell of his ear before nipping at the cartilage. Just another way to tease him, and god was it working.
"V-Vince--" He gasped out, his orgasm so close. Only for the hand to cruelly pull away.
"Wait, no--!" The redhead's voice was a full whine-- one that was absolutely needy and debauched. A little longer, a few more thrusts, and he surely would have come!
"Oh, hush... Be a good girl, and I'll make this orgasm far better than a simple handjob." The sound of Vincent's belt coming undone filled the room. Metal unlatching, leather sliding out from the dress pants belt loops, it was a symphony of need to Rody's ears. He needed this. He needed his cock, his hands, his mouth. He needed Vincent.
"Pl-Please, I..." The words died in his mouth. He hesitated. And then he spoke again.
"I... I want to be a good girl.." The absolute mirth and merry behind dark, cold eyes was a unique sight. Vincent's voice echoed against the apartment's walls in a low growl. How could he ever deny him?
"It seems you can say such pretty things... I wonder if you'll scream as nice?" His slacks and underwear were quickly discarded, leaving himself nude and Rody partially covered by the undone robe. The chef leaned to the bedside drawer, retrieving a small bottle of lubricant. He took the time and care to squirt a dollop onto his fingers. He massaged the cold lube between his fingers, warming it up gradually as he eyed the meal he was ready to devour. Bruising, bite marks, and reddened nipples were all the signs that Rody was his. That Vincent had left his mark, and it would stay for a good while as they healed.
"I-It's not going to hurt-- Is it?" Rody seemed concerned as those hands neared his lower half, one spreading his legs apart while the other rubbed his hole gingerly. His thigh muscles tensed, the older anxious now.
"It won't as long as you relax. Trust me, Lamoree." It was oddly soothing despite the despondent tone Vincent always had.
"..O-Okay.." Rody mumbled. He willed his thighs to relax, his body giving a natural sigh as he leaned back into the bed. His shoulders were aching a bit from being held by the impromptu binding. However, his thoughts were pushed aside as the finger teasing his entrance slowly penetrated. There was a surprising gentleness as the porcelain digit began to slowly work him open. Could he ever imagine this was how his day would go? Absolutely not, especially this part. To be stretched by one, and now two, fingers. He briefly wondered if Vincent played piano at any point because there was such a careful movement of dexterous fingers that split him open. Vincent scissored his asshole, spreading it apart while pressing kisses in sporadic patterns down his neck and chest. He was even kind enough to reach and undo the belt that restrained Rody. Immediately, the redhead's arms wrapped around Vincent's neck as he mewled and moaned. An outsider would probably think Vincent was indeed railing a woman from the needy, high tones his voice took on.
It embarrassed and excited him.
"Please-- Please, need you--" His words were choked by drool that wanted to run down his face. He was growing delirious from the torturous process. Vincent's chest rumbled with an inaudible chuckle as he soaked in the other's neediness.
"And here you were worried about being hurt." A third finger was added. Rody choked, wanting to curse or yell at the man for his taunting, but he was halted as those digits found a bundle of nerves that made his skin burn anew.
"Ah, there it is." It was said matter of factly like he'd been searching for a lost item rather than the older man's prostate. He drilled into it, and Rody swore he was seeing stars.
"V-Vince, slo-slow down--!" He practically squealed as his hips rocked back into his hand. Again and again, and again, and again. It seemed the black-haired man was on a mission, and it left Rody to hang on for the ride.
"V-Vincent--! I'm gonna--!" The younger growled eyes narrowed.
"What? Is my little girl going to come already? Fine." He leaned closer, biting his lower lip roughly-- hard enough to draw blood-- before he sucked on it and pulled away.
"You better come hard, come loud, and come pretty." He hissed, eyes focusing on Rody's own wide ones. It seemed his words left quite the impact as Rody practically screamed his orgasm. Ribbons of white coated the other's stomach, his dick twitching weakly as Vincent continued to finger fuck him. Sobbing cries of pleasure and thanks jumbled together in a cacophonous symphony that Vincent wished he could put on vinyl and listen on repeat. Perhaps he should invest in one of those video cameras. That way he could watch the other break down into tears and screams of pleasure on repeat.
Vincent retracted his hand, retrieving the lube once more before squirting a little too much in his excitement onto his hand. He cared little about the waist as he stroked his cock to coat it in the liquid.
"I can't wait to fuck you." He growled, dick lining up with his abused and puffy entrance.
"W-Wait--!" He'd barely had time to recover as the younger's cock breached into him. He was kind to allow a slow pace as he pushed in, but he remained unrelenting and determined. Nothing was stopping Vince from claiming him. It was only when his cock was hilted, their pelvises touching, did he check on Rody.
"Easy... Just relax..." He mumbled low and softly as a gentle hand cupped his face. It was like a fever dream. It honestly probably was. Rody leaned into the hand, whining softly as he did so. His dick wasn't extremely long, but it was definitely thick. And for his first time having anything beyond a finger for prostate exams? Yeah, it was definitely not the most ideal first time. However, the fact it was Vincent seemed to make things much easier. Simpler. Rody sighed a shaky breath as he tried to relax once more.
"There you go... What a good girl you are, Rody..." He was actually praising him, and it felt nice, even with such a lewd undertone with the reference to the wrong sex. But Rody found a part of him growing attached to it. God, was he as filthy as this chef? A part of him hoped so.
"Look, even your little clit is getting excited again..." The younger teased, hand grasping the semi-hard cock and giving it a slow pump. Rody hissed, hips jerking as he was still oh so sensitive from his prior orgasm.
"D-Don't touch-- Sensitive--" That earned him a roll of his eyes and then a roll of his hips. Instantly, he melted into a puddle of pleasure. Why... Why did it feel so good? Was this some sort of witchcraft? He vaguely noted drool leaving the corner of his lip as he struggled to gain clarity at this moment.
"I'll play with your pussy as much as I want. It's mine after all." His? Yeah, he supposed it was Vincent's. He'd conjured the fantasy, and it seemed they both enjoyed it a little too much than any normal and sane person would. But they both were absolutely insane. They had to be.
Rody's calloused hands gripped the pillows behind him as Vincent began with shallow thrusts. It escalated, hands grabbing sturdy hips and lifting them to allow him to drill ever deep into the other's ass. One leg grew bent, finding a place on Vincent's shoulder, while the other lay splayed and wide. He felt filthy. He felt complete. Sobs of pleasure were punched out with every, now animalistic, thrust Vincent delivered. Rody swore that he'd die if the other didn't let up. He was stroking him roughly as the wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the closed space. If he was coherent, he'd maybe worry that the cooks below could hear everything from the moans and creaking bed. But that wasn't the case, and his brains were currently turning into a pot of melted cheese and running from ears. God, was Vincent normally this passionate when it came to sex? He wasn't even sure he'd seen him eye a plate of food with the same ferocity as he did with Rody.
"Vince--! Vincent, V-Vince--!" He chanted his name in broken syllables. The chef grunted and growled before leaning into his shoulder to dig his teeth into his flesh. They came in unison, white and hot strands painting Rody's interior and exterior all at once. The redhead could vaguely recognize the movements of Vince pulling out and away, the feeling of a washcloth cleaning his body haphazardly, and the gentle embrace of another body as he was pulled close to Vincent's chest. His eyes fluttered shut, the older finally getting a proper night's rest for the first time in days.