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Louis had excused himself to do something.

Now it was just Daniel and this Rashid boy under warm lights. He sat back on that couch, sunk into its cushions. And though Rashid sat all the way back, fiddling with the iPad on his lap, he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger.

No, I shouldn’t be staring—this is what Daniel should’ve been thinking as he let his eyes roam, rested a tad too much on this gorgeous man a tad far from him. But he wasn’t going to deny himself of his desires. His… needs. It got awfully lonely, being at the big age he was, living in that place all alone.

Others had the privilege of having some sort of eye candy around. But what did he have? His books and his imagination? His laptop where he could access vapid pornography that would just make him more miserable? God, all he had was intellectual stimulation and cheap thrills. There weren’t as many opportunities to indulge in beauty in all its forms. So was it really a crime to let his gaze rest on someone beautiful before him?

Rashid's clothing lay loose above his body, but Daniel could tell the man’s form was lithe, beautiful. Supple skin atop a toned figure. The type he knew he wouldn't get enough of once on display before him. Like sweet candy waiting to be unwrapped. His breath hitched, he wanted to lick his lips but stopped himself as the boy locked eyes with him.

Boy.

Damn it, this boy before him was young enough to be his son. Probably even his grandson. Couldn’t be older than twenty-five or so if his eyes and assumptions weren't failing him.

… but damn it all, he was so fucking pretty.

He couldn’t help but let his gaze rise a little again. Make it seem—hopefully plausibly—like he was staring out one of the tall windows, at the skyline that lay beyond them. But in the corner of his eye was Rashid. Oh beautiful, oh sweet Rashid. Eyes locked on the iPad, slim fingers dragging over the glass of the screen. What he was doing did not matter as just the sight made Daniel shiver. What a gentle touch he seemed to have. What a sweetness he seemed to embody as he held the screen up higher to his face. Tilted his head like out of curiosity. Let out a soft hum with vibrations that managed to slide Daniel’s way. It wasn’t an innocence as much as it was a sort of shy playfulness he exuded—and that was what made Daniel melt.

Would a man as young or as mild as Rashid even have interest in him?

God, Daniel hoped so.

Being uncouth was no longer an issue by then. After all, it was only in his mind—action now wouldn’t be appropriate, he was merely a guest here after all. Daniel’s imagination was running, and he wasn’t about to stop its pace. His mind raced with the thoughts of feeling Rashid’s warm skin against his. Soft fingertips that gripped at his aged flesh, might’ve been too afraid to leave scratches. And what sweet lips that must have been saccharine, soft their kisses would be he’d imagine. But he wouldn’t be surprised to feel utter desperation if their lips were to meet. Wouldn’t that be something?

Pure desire for a man like him… a man of experience.

Well, Louis was a man of experience as well in a different sense. But there was still that presence of youth—and in these moments, it was one of the odd times Daniel wasn’t so irked by his own age.

He could imagine it too clearly: atop soft sheets, in the privacy of his space. Rashid would let him lead the way, show him what he knew. Twist and turn under his touch, arch his back with each kiss, lick, suck. Pretty moans akin to the sweetest melody. Begs to show him more, more, more, if he doesn’t get more he’ll burst. He could imagine peering down to see those wide, cute eyes blinking up at him. And Daniel would do anything to show this absolute darling what he could.

Daniel can imagine taking him in every which way, but he wishes the most to have Rashid on his back, just so his face could be in full view. He can imagine thrusting into that tightness, that heat and watching how Rashid's face would contort. A slight scrunch as he adjusted to the width, followed by the relaxation of his facial muscles. A tight cling onto his back as he’d begin to thrust so utterly slow like a massive fucking tease. Oh, and the noise he'd make: perhaps a grunt or a groan, followed by sugary sweet whines.

But Daniel could imagine how difficult it was to show restraint. He’d be a wild animal atop that boy, fucking him into that damn mattress. He doubted he could go as hard as he used to, but he’d made sure Rashid would feel so full, so needy, so helpless…

“Fuck,” Daniel muttered to himself, only for his lips to clamp tight together when he realized he’d uttered the word out loud. His head darted up. Relief entered him as he realized Louis wasn’t there yet (what the hell was he even doing?), but out it went when he realized that a certain someone was looking his way again.

Why was his gut telling him that the boy had been looking his way this whole time?

There was Rashid, iPad back on his lap, a gorgeous smile on his face. His lips parted and asked a simple question: “Are you alright?”

Daniel gulped. Forced a painful grin to pop up on his face. He nodded slow, tried to find his bearings, and out stumbled his response: “Uh, yes. W–well… I’m fine. Yes, I’m fine.” He let out a small laugh and shook his head. His grin slowly but surely left his lips as Rashid’s gaze was back down onto the screen.

What a boy…

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The cat was out of the bag: this Rashid wasn't all that he seemed to be, and now Daniel was all wrapped around Armand’s finger.

Well, wrapped around his finger was one way to put it. It was more like they were in Daniel’s apartment, in his bedroom, with Daniel pinned down onto the bed while Armand straddled his thighs. Nude. Sweaty. Egregiously warm. Everything had gone on as it usually would before then: kissing and foreplay and the like. But Armand wasn't going to let Daniel get off easy—in more ways than one.

“What was that you were saying about… Rashid?” Armand asked, prompting Daniel's eyes to grow wide. “Wanting that smooth, young body of mine?” He could see the growing embarrassment in the other’s eyes. The harsh flush that forced its way into his cheeks That slight squirm underneath him. “You’re not afraid to be vulgar, are you?”

“Now, Armand. That was just–”

“Just what?”

“Just… it was an invasion of privacy!”

“Well, even if it was…” Armand tilted his head as he leaned forward, reached behind to grab Daniel’s rock hard cock. Still so slick with spit as he sucked him off, slicker so with the addition of lube. He took a breath as he positioned it at, making sure it was at the perfect angle to press into him. “I don’t think those were appropriate thoughts for the setting, hm?”

It was then Armand pressed back, gasped at the girth of the length that filled him, moving back slowly as Daniel trembled and groaned underneath him. He could see how those fingers dug into those sheets and his head tilted further back into his pillow. Oh, he was a sweet little thing. An absolute darling as he cried out while Armand took him deeper, and deeper, and he was all the way up to the hilt.

But youth was already past the man he took. In fact, he seemed to be chasing that youth in a man like him… or boy? That’s what he called him, right? A sweet, shy little boy that would twist and turn in his touch? Goodness, those fantasies, so detailed: whines as he writhed underneath his touch. Getting fucked every which way, tears slipping as he trembled. Perhaps with cum all over his face or filling his mouth or dribbling down his chin—coating him in whichever way seemed most appealing that day. Turning this demure boy into someone with such wanton wants.

Wasn’t that funny?

Wouldn’t it be funnier to play into that?

As Armand had Daniel all the way in him, he didn’t move. Not yet. Instead, he took a deep breath and asked a simple question, raising his voice a pitch: “Do I feel good, Daniel?” He licked his lips. “Am I just like the precious boy you were imagining?”

Daniel seemed like he was about to faint.

He began a gentle shift of his hips. His cock bobbed between his legs, yearned to be touched but for now he swore that was going to be a problem for later. He was never the type to moan out loud—he liked to keep it restrained, simple, cute. But now he found his moans leaving him with gusto, so loud and needy already despite the languid pace. “Isn’t this all you’ve ever wanted? To fuck such a sweet boy?”

A hint of cruelty in that question now. He couldn’t help it.

It was hard to hold back the slightest show of a smirk at how Daniel’s eyelids fluttered at his words. He pressed both hands onto Daniel’s chest to keep himself balanced. The response he gained was a choked gasp in return. Precious, precious, precious. It was too easy to rile the man up. He eased himself off of Daniel to the tip, then all the way back down. A repeated motion that had Daniel’s gaze roaming his body. Part of him wanted to turn back, wanted to show Daniel the arch of his back, how his rear would rise and fall with each movement. But he couldn’t have that… not yet, at least.

“You feel so good inside me,” Armand whimpered out—exaggerated in his tone, but it was the truth. Daniel’s length brushed up all the right spots and had him in an ecstasy he swore he hadn’t felt in ages. He licked his lips, let his fingernails only scratch light at Armand’s chest—no digging in, no leaving wounds that would scar. Sweet little Rashid wouldn’t do that now, would he?

“Armand,” Daniel muttered, but Armand shook his head. Would be too awkward to lean down and shush the man by pressing a kiss against his lips. So instead his free hand took one of Daniel's, placed it on his hips, and had to hold back a grin at how he felt the man shake. The fingers pressed against him but didn’t curl against the curve and he sighed, his expression all darling and disappointed. Daniel gulped, tried to speak:. “Armand–”

“Don’t be afraid,” he cooed, teased as he quickened the speed of his riding. Some hair stuck to his forehead, wisps fell in front of his eyes. “What happened to your fantasies? What happened to wanting to see me in absolute ruin?” His lips parted further as a dreamy sigh turned into the cutest of moans. Angelic? Maybe so. His voice grew breathy (only because he knew it would elicit the sweetest of gazes): “You can touch me. You can do anything with me.”

Only then did Daniel’s fingers wrap around him without a hitch, and it grew difficult for Armand not to melt into that touch. Like a reward, he rolled his hips, and it was like Daniel was ready to come undone. Pitiful. What a sad fucking thing that Armand was giving his all to.“I’m all yours, Daniel. I’m all yours to savor, to love, to–”

Should he go on? If he would, he knew Daniel’s responses would be more pathetic.