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"... and then the ball ends up here, see?"
Nick's showing Greg one of his magic tricks in his dressing room. It's a complicated one involving several cups and small foam balls which he handles with ease. Greg watches, frowning. "How do you do that?"
"Practice." Nick winks.
Greg rolls his eyes. "Come on. How?"
"A magician never reveals his secrets," Nick says, and that shouldn't be sexy but damn, it kinda is.
"Fuck it," Greg mutters.
"Fuck me."
Greg's eyes snap up to meet Nick's. The younger man has a flush spreading across his face. "Did you just..."
"Yes." Nick clears his throat. "Yes, it appears I did."
Greg should just laugh it off as a joke. Laugh it off and move on. Thing is, though, he doesn't really want to.
"Well, then." His heart is hammering in his chest. "I guess for once I can obey your command."
Nick looks shocked, like he didn't expect Greg to agree. "R-really?"
"Yes really." Greg makes his way round the table, the extra foot he has on Nick making him tower over the smaller man. He brings a hand to cup Nick's face gently. "Is this ok?"
"Yes," Nick breathes.
Greg leans down and presses his lips to Nick's, gently at first, getting a feel for things. Then he probes at the seam of Nick's mouth with his tongue. Nick lets him in with a low whine that sends heat shooting to Greg's cock. Without breaking the kiss he tucks a hand under Nick's firm ass and lifts him up, pressing him against the wall so the angle between them is less painful. He moves his lips to the beautiful neck in front of him, biting gently at the vein. Nick lets out a breathy moan. "Fuck, Greg."
"Is this ok?" Greg asks against his skin, voice low and husky with arousal.
Nick nods. "Don't stop, please."
Greg slides a hand under Nick's jumper, fingers playing across the skin. God, how he longs to get his mouth on it, explore it. He lifts Nick from the wall and flips him round, dropping him onto the sofa. There he removes the jumper and shirt, admiring Nick's beautiful dark skin. A growl rumbles in his throat. "You're fucking beautiful." Nick flushes and it's the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen.
Greg settles somewhere around Nick's thighs and leans down, pressing a kiss to Nick's chest, feeling his heart jump under the skin. Greg rises just enough to slide Nick's trousers off. Now the only gap between them is a thin layer of fabric, through which Greg can clearly see Nick's hard-on. It calls out to Greg, tempting him. He places a hand lightly over it, huge palm entirely covering the bump. Nick arches off the sofa, eyes fluttering in pleasure. "Fuck, Greg, please."
"Please what, pretty boy?" Greg teases. God, he loves how worked up Nick is right now.
"Please, more, I need more."
"Patience." Greg circles Nick's cock, just once, just to hear his strangled moan. "I want you writhing and begging underneath me before I give you your orgasm."
Nick whines again, low and desperate, and fuck it if it isn't the most beautiful sound Greg has ever heard. He wants to hear that again and again until it's ingrained in his brain. He slowly pulls Nick's pants off, slowly, revelling in the gasps emitting from above. Nick's cock springs free, small like the rest of him but thick, a drop of precome leaking from the tip. Greg presses a kiss to it, licking away the liquid, delighting in the slightly bitter taste. Nick bucks upwards and Greg frowns. "Stay still for me, or you'll delay your pleasure even longer."
Nick bites his lip, clearly forcing himself not to move with great difficulty. "Sorry Greg," he breathes, swallowing hard.
"That's 'Sir' to you," Greg says sternly. No outward hesitation, only on the inside. But he senses that Nick will enjoy this.
As usual, he's proven right, as Nick moans breathily at his words. "Sorry, Sir," Nick corrects himself.
Greg's hand creeps up, gathering Nick's wrists and pinning them above his head. Then he plays with the younger man, nimble fingers stroking his cock as Nick groans and shivers. Still, he does a good job of staying still, until Greg's nails scratch the underside of his cock, causing him to jerk into the hand with a strangled cry. "A-ah, Gr- Sir, please."
"Naughty boy. I thought I told you to stay still?" Greg shakes his head, a disapproving look on his face as he lazily strokes the hard member under his fingers. "I thought you were better."
"Sir, please, I'm sorry," Nick gasps, arms shuddering with the effort to stay still. "It's just - so good - I can't..."
"Well, you have to, or I'll never let you come. Imagine that, me keeping you on edge here for hours, trembling, sobbing from the tension that I just won't let you release - you don't want that now, do you?"
Nick shakes his head, desperation in his eyes. "Please, Sir, I promise I won't move."
"Well, we'll have to see if you keep that promise." It's Greg's personal mission to make him break it before they are finished.
He continues fingering Nick, left hand keeping his wrists firmly pinned while the right strokes and touches and feels the perfect cock in front of him. Tears are forming in Nick's eyes, his chest rising and falling with quick pants. His hands, arms, entire body is shaking from the effort not to move, to obey Greg's command. "Good boy," Greg purrs, eliciting a desperate moan from the man underneath him. "Look at you, staying so still, so hard, just for me. You need to come, don't you? Need it so badly that you can barely keep yourself from thrusting into my hand, chasing that release that I just won't give you."
Nick whines. "Sir..." He doesn't seem to be able to form any other words.
"What was that? Use your words," Greg teases. "Beg so prettily for me. Otherwise I might just..." He pauses his movements. "Stop."
Nick shakes his head. "P-please, Sir, please, I need you to move, touch me, anything, please." The last word is punctuated with a half jerk, quickly caught and contained but clearly there.
"Ah ah, I control this. Not you. And I've decided to move slooowwwlllyyy, so what can you do except take it?"
He languidly strokes Nick's cock, at the speed that he knows from experience is horrifically frustrating; the speed that keeps you painfully on edge and never tips you over into orgasm. This is demonstrated by Nick who seems unable to keep himself still any longer, bucking desperately into Greg's hand as he lets out a steady stream of moans and pleas. "Fuck, Greg, Sir, please, I need more, please, more, please." He pulls on his wrists but Greg has them in a vice-like grip. Nick settles for writhing like a snake, biting his lip so hard it surely hurts.
"Horrible, isn't it?" Greg smirks. "Imagine how much quicker you could have orgasmed if you'd just - controlled - yourself." Each word is punctuated with a squeeze to Nick's cock that has the other man crying out and thrusting desperately. "That won't help you. I get to choose when you come, and right now? Looks like it'll be a long, long time away."
God, he could stay here for hours, playing Nick like a piano to draw beautiful noises from him. Greg's own cock is hard under his trousers and he relieves some of his own tension by rutting gently against Nick's thigh. Nick groans, seemingly unable to find the words to articulate his desperation. His hips are stuttering into Greg's hand, chasing release. Greg leans down and draws him into a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans as he bites his plush lips. "Such a good boy," he growls against Nick's mouth.
Nick is almost sobbing with need. "Please, please Sir, just let me come, this is torture," he begs.
"Hm... Beg some more," Greg orders.
Nick shudders. "Please, I need to come, please just give me relief, please Sir," he pleads helplessly.
"Well..." Greg pretends to think about it. "When you beg so prettily, how can I say no? Just a little longer, then you can have your relief."
He pins Nick's hands down harder, so that he can't move them, and grasps his cock. His large hand slides slowly from base to tip, in a movement that has Nick gasping and writhing, a garbled string of words falling from his lips. Greg smiles. "Come for me," he whispers, simultaneously squeezing Nick's cock and rubbing it once, twice. The combination causes Nick to arch off the sofa, a wordless cry ripped from his mouth as he shoots his load onto Greg. Greg moans quietly as he comes into his pants. He should probably be embarrassed for that but he doesn't even care, not while Nick Mohammed is laying, panting and flushed, smiling like he's just had the best experience of his life.
"Holy shit..." he breathes.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He clears his throat. "I... I should probably be going."
But he doesn't. And for a while the two of them sit there, side by side, not saying anything. Just existing together.