Jonathan had stealthily yet effortlessly followed you the entire way to the nightclub, watching as you enjoyed yourself all the way from a table on the second floor. His lips never dropped from a smirk even as he sipped on the Hennessey in a glass cup, too fascinated by you for that to be possible. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like to actually talk to you, though he had been considering and fantasizing it for weeks. He knew the risks of doing so, but with little thought, he finally decided. Jonathan raised himself from the booth sofa, leaving his glass there as he made his way over to the bar--where you sat. As he approached, he stood between you and another stool, grabbing the attention of a bartender. Since Jonathan's father was well known, he was too, and the bartender already knew not to charge him.
"A Negroni cocktail," he ordered, glancing over to {{user}} beside him as if he were still contemplating, "or two?" He continued, the question directed toward {{user}}, knowing he had their attention. He was clearly offering to buy a drink for {{user}}, hoping they would accept despite being a complete stranger to them.
Matthew olha para Jonathan antes de voltar a olhar para frente. "Dois."
A hint of surprise showed on his face as he received your reply, but it was quickly replaced with amusement and that familiar smirk. "Two, huh?" he said, tone teasing as he leaned forward a little so their shoulders touched--at least that's how it felt to him. He reached out and gave you a playful punch on the arm, careful not to be too rough since it was just his bicep. "Don't I get a name before you order me drinks like this?"
Matthew olha para Jonathan. "Matthew. Matthew Raynor."
"Matthew..." He repeated your name, letting it roll off his tongue as if he were trying it out for the first time. "Matthew Raynor... That's a nice name." A soft chuckle escaped him before he glanced away for a moment, taking in your appearance once more. You looked even better up close--if that was at all possible.
Once his drink arrived, Jonathan thanked the bartender and slid one of the cocktails across the wooden bar to you. He then moved to stand next to the stool, setting his own glass on a nearby table as he leaned against it casually. "So... Matthew Raynor..." he began with another smirk, trailing off for dramatic effect and prompting you to look at him again. "What brings someone like you here tonight?" He made sure to keep his tone light and playful--as if meeting a stranger at the bar was completely
Matthew toma um gole do drinque. "Procurando alguém pra passar a noite. Seja homem ou mulher. E você?"
Jonathan couldn't help but laugh as you answered his question. Your confidence was adorable--and hot. He took another sip of his drink, pretending to think about your question before answering it with a grin. "Well, you know how it is... Sometimes a guy just needs some company." He shrugged nonchalantly, not wanting to come off as too interested or eager.
"So," he continued after taking another drink of his Negroni, "if I were to ask if you'd like some company for the rest of the night... You know, someone to enjoy the music with and maybe even dance a little..." He paused dramatically, looking at you expectantly while giving what he hoped was a charming smile. "What would you say?"
Matthew sorri e vira o copo, tomando tudo de uma vez antes de se levantar. Jonathan percebe como Matthew era mais alto do que ele imaginava.
As you finished your drink and turned to face him, Jonathan's heart skipped a beat--his gaze following the movement of your head. He couldn't help but smile when he met your eyes again, even as he mentally tried to remind himself not to get too attached or let things go too far tonight.
"Well?" He prompted with a laugh, taking another sip of his drink and stepping back from the table slightly, though still keeping close enough that their bodies were almost touching. "What do you say? Want some company for the rest of the night?"
"Claro." Matthew olha para Jonathan de cima a baixo. "Antes de tudo, tenho uma pergunta."
"Oh? What's that?" He tried to keep his tone light and casual as he leaned slightly forward again, his interest clearly piqued. His eyes traveled over your features once more, drinking in the sight of you standing there--so close but still so far away. It was almost painful.
"Go ahead," he urged with another grin. "Ask away."
Matthew sorri e se abaixa até ficar na altura da orelha de Jonathan. "Você prefere ir por baixo ou por cima?"
The smirk never left his face as he looked down at you. Your question was obviously meant to be flirty--and it definitely hit its mark. He couldn't help but chuckle as he raised an eyebrow, leaning even closer so that they were practically forehead to nose. "Well," he began with a wink, "since we're here at the bar... I think we should start at the top and work our way down." With another laugh, he tilted your chin up so you were looking at him again before taking your mouth in a scorching kiss that left no doubt about his intentions. As their tongues danced together, Jonathan's free hand gripped the back of your neck possessively--sliding lower until it found the hem of your shirt and began to push it upward, baring your skin to the cool air of the club.
Matthew coloca a mão na bunda de Jonathan e aperta durante o beijo.
As your hand slid over his ass and gripped him tightly through his pants, the kiss deepened further. A groan escaped him as he thrust his hips into your touch, feeling his cock lengthen and harden even more beneath the fabric of his suit. His other hand left your neck to fist in the material of your shirt, lifting you higher onto your tiptoes so that their bodies were pressed together from head to toe--his tongue tangling with yours as he took what he wanted while not giving you a moment's rest.
Matthew se afasta apenas para respirar. "Vamos pra um lugar mais privado."
Jonathan didn't need to think twice about your suggestion. With a husky chuckle, he wrapped an arm around your waist and began to lead you through the crowd of people on the dance floor, using his height--and the muscles from years of working out--to easily part them like the Red Sea. His free hand squeezed your ass cheek again before letting it slide lower, coming to rest at the curve where your back met your thigh. He gave you a firm squeeze, grinning wickedly as he felt your body respond eagerly beneath his touch.
Once they reached the side of the dance floor, Jonathan spotted an empty booth just off to one side--the perfect spot for them to have some privacy while continuing their little game of foreplay. "How's about this?" He asked with a suggestive wink as he guided you over to it, finally rele
Matthew sorri e volta a beijar Jonathan antes de tirar a camisa dele. "Antes de sermos apenas dois gays transando, já vou avisando que normalmente sou eu quem fode."
Jonathan burst into laughter as you teased him. "Well," he said between chuckles, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes with a long finger before gesturing to your exposed neck, "since we're here... Looks like I should return the favor." With that, he leaned in and pressed his lips against the soft skin there, licking and sucking gently. His free hand slid up your chest, teasing the curve of your breast before cupping it fully, massaging your nipple through your bra.
As you finished pulling off his shirt and tossed it aside, he continued to kiss you, nipple still firm between his fingers as he tried not to get too carried away with how good your body felt beneath his touch. "Mmm... So what if I'm the bottom tonight?" he murmured against your skin. "I think I can handle that."
Matthew sorri e empurra Jonathan no sofá, o sentando. Matthew tira o pau para fora, colocando contra o rosto de Jonathan.
As you pushed him down onto the seat of the booth, he let out a laugh as his shoulders hit the back rest and his legs sprawled out in front of him. His eyes widened slightly when your cock was placed against his face--the head pressing firmly against his lips as you teased him with the tip. With a moan, he reached up to grip your hips, guiding you closer as he parted his lips and took as much of your length into his mouth as possible. His tongue flicked out, tasting your skin as he began to bob his head up and down rhythmically.
A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat, accompanied by the wet sound of saliva as he suckled hard on you--his free hand sliding down between your legs to grope at your ass cheek, fingers squeezing and massaging the firm flesh through your pants
Matthew geme e joga a cabeça para trás, se apoiando na parede atrás do sofá. Ele empurra o quadril para frente, fazendo Jonathan se engasgar ao enfiar até as bolas na boca dele.
As your hips begin to thrust upward in time with his mouth, his own movements growing more desperate and needy as you push him further towards that release, he moans around you. His free hand grips the back of your thigh and lifts it higher, spreading your legs even wider apart so he can get deeper access to your ass--his fingers sliding inside the waistband of your pants to stroke your hole teasingly as he sucks harder. The taste of you on his tongue only serves to make him even hungrier for more, and he tries to swallow every inch of you with each greedy thrust of his head.
As your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, you grind down on his face, pushing him deeper into the couch as your body trembles and spasms beneath his touch. He groans around your cock, taking every drop of your release, the taste bitter-
Matthew geme quando goza antes de afastar os quadris do rosto de Jonathan, o esperma dele vazando da boca de Jonathan.
As you finally pull your spent cock away from his mouth, he blinks up at you groggily--saliva trailing down his chin as he gazes at the mess on his face. The look in your eyes--that haze of lust and satisfaction--makes him shiver with desire. He parts his lips to speak but is momentarily silenced by the sight of your cock still twitching between your legs, wet spots staining the fabric of your pants where he's come all over himself.
His gaze flickers downward before meeting yours again, and with a smirk, he reaches out to cup you through your jeans. "Looks like someone needs some more attention," he teases, squeezing lightly as his other hand moves to grip your hip.
He leans in close--just far enough that his lips brush against the corner of your mouth before speaking once
Eles se beijam antes de se afastar novamente.
"Tire sua calça e boxer e abra as pernas. Eu vou te fuder como uma puta." Matthew o empurra no sofá, o deitando.
Jonathan laughed, feeling his cock twitch again at your words. He shoved you back down onto the couch more roughly, a growl rumbling in his chest as he stretched out next to you and trailed his fingers up the inside of your thigh. "You better be ready for this," he teased, leaning in to press their bodies together again--his breath fanning across your ear as he nibbles on the lobe.
With a grin, he reaches down to grip your ass once more and gives it a firm squeeze before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your boxers and tugging them down over your hips. He parts your legs with one knee, spreading you wide for him as he takes in the sight of your bare ass--flushed pink from exertion and arousal--perfectly presented to him. With a satisfied smile
Matthew puxa Jonathan, o beijando enquanto eles esfregam pau com pau e Matthew acaricia Jonathan.
Matthew groaned into the kiss as he felt your hands gripping his hips, holding onto him tightly as you rocked your pelvis against his. He broke the kiss long enough to pant out your name before diving back in, tongue tangling with yours as he thrust his hips harder. His free hand slid up your chest, massaging a nipple through your shirt as he continued to grind their cocks together, wanting nothing more than to feel you wrapped around him.
His other arm slid beneath the couch, searching for something--anything to steady himself with as he pounded into you relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with each thrust as he chased his own release. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the booth, mingling with their heavy breathing and moans as they pushed each other closer and closer to the edge.
His
De repente, sem aviso, Matthew enfia o pau no ânus de Jonathan, o fazendo gritar.
With a yelp, you practically pierce his lungs as your cock slides deep into his ass. The sensation is so foreign--so intense--that it sends shockwaves through every inch of him, and he can't help but arch his back off the couch in response. His fingers clutch at the fabric beneath him, nails digging into the leather as he pants out your name, his eyes slipping shut in pleasure and pain mingled together.
You start slowly--teasing him with each thrust, making sure to hit that perfect spot every time you slide inside. The noises Jonathan makes only serve to encourage you, driving you wild with need as you pump harder and faster. With a harsh gasp, he curls his fingers into fists, digging the nails deeper into the couch as he comes all over himself, calling your name like a prayer. His body t
Matthew coloca as pernas de Jonathan sobre os ombros dele e se abaixa, prendendo as pernas dele contra o abdômen dele enquanto Matthew continua a estocar e acertar aquele ponto que faz Jonathan gemer mais alto.
With a strangled moan, Jonathan arches off the couch even further as you continue to fuck him, your cock hitting that perfect spot over and over again. His nails dig into his palms until they draw blood, yet it's almost painfully good--a contrast of pleasure and agony that has him panting out curses and pleading for more. He feels you grab at the back of his neck, pulling him forward as your hips snap faster, driving deeper with each thrust. A growl vibrates through his body as you bury yourself to the hilt inside of him, holding him there for what feels like an eternity before finally letting go with a harsh grunt, spilling his seed onto the couch and down his ass.
Matthew sorri e se abaixa para morder o pescoço de Jonathan.
As your lips close around his neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin there, Jonthan arches into you, moaning loudly. His head falls back against the couch as he lets out a shuddery breath, still trying to catch his