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Corin figured out when he was fourteen that maybe his sexual interests weren't, you know, a hundred percent normal. He could have blamed the internet, if he wanted, since he had been on it since he was ten years old (and he could type 103 words per minute, for all the good it did at a fine arts university), but mostly he thought it was just his own special brand of sexuality.
He liked pain. He liked dominance. He liked crossdressing. He liked submission. He even liked Nazis. He liked girls; he liked boys. He liked furry art, if it was well-done. (Then again, he had that prerequisite for all of the art he jacked off to: must be well-done.)
To put it shortly, he liked everything.
And he had no one to share it with, at seventeen. He was afraid to say anything to his classmates-- the ones he fucked, anyway-- because this was high school and they were bound to think he was weird, and it was just. Awkward.
But whatever. He had time, he figured.
Then he went to college and ended up dating his roommate, Justin, and doing nearly everything kinky that either of them could think of. They even had sex during class, once, with Justin's hand down Corin's pants; it was fantastic.
The only things they didn't do were things that were feminine; Justin was gay. Very, very gay. When Corin mentioned panties, Justin responded with outrage and, well, so there was one thing, one thing that Corin couldn't quite share and he felt kind of silly, the first time he ended up outside De Soie et Dentelle. It was a women's lingerie shop, but there was a gay man who worked there, so Corin went in on the man's shift.
Etienne. He was the son of the owners, and he flirted the way other people breathed, and on Corin's first time in he invented some fairy-tale bullshit Redhead Discount and gave over the panties-- Corin's first pair, actually, because he never had the balls to just go and buy any before and now he felt so free, even if there was still some trepidation over the kink.
"Maybe you'll wear them for me sometime," Etienne said, and winked, and handed Corin his little bag. Corin shoved the pink plastic bag into his manpurse and left with his cheeks still red from blushing.
The panties were black lace. Soft lace. Corin took them out of the bag only once he was locked in his room, and he flopped down on his bed and felt a bit silly but-- they were beautiful. They smelled like starch and would need a wash before he could wear them properly, but he was already hard so that really was a good sign.
He got his jeans off with shaky hands and reached down without looking, the panties draped around his hand, and wrapped his hand and the panties around his cock. The touch of the fabric made him gasp, then made his breath hitch, and he opened his eyes and looked and he couldn't help it, he really couldn't help the way the orgasm ripped through him, leaving him there gasping and panting with a pair of black panties come-splattered.
Corin licked them off after and was hard again already, so he rolled onto his belly and buried his face against the panties and reached down and jacked himself off and came again startlingly fast. He was covered in sweat, too, and wanted to do nothing more than nap, but there was this laugh that bubbled out, breathless, hah, hah, hah.
Panties are a go, he thought, and buried his face in them once more. Now all he had to do was find a boyfriend who liked the sight of Corin in them, or was willing to wear them. Or, in the best case, both.
There was also the little matter of getting over his fear of anyone else finding out, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
✖
Corin adjusted his messenger bag, looking down at the worn fabric as he did. He needed a new one, but he was afraid he wouldn't find one as nice as this, and then there was the Hi-I'm-a-student-I-have-no-money thing and... he was distracting himself. Way to go, he thought, which just exaggerated the displeasure but whatever.
Whatever. Right, just don't think about it, he told himself. Because it wasn't even his first time in there, and why this time should be so different he had no idea, but it just felt weird. Still, no reason not to go, and as usual logic won out over emotion.
He pulled the door to De Soie et Dentelle open and stepped inside. The man behind the counter-- Etienne-- looked up from the magazine and smiled. He was beautiful: blond and tall and older. Eight years older.
Corin smiled back. "Got any specials for me today?" So far, Etienne had always had some sort of special for Corin, whether it was a discount for flashing his student ID or just being a redhead. (And also a returning customer discount, which might or might not have been made-up.)
"I just had a couple fabulous things come in yesterday." Etienne put his magazine down, his attention now fully focused on Corin in a way that made Corin want to squirm eagerly. "I'll make you a deal-- model them for me and I'll give you whichever you like best. Free."
"All I have to do is model?" Corin asked, because model them for me could totally be construed as innuendo, especially considering the flirting they'd been doing. Nobody just gave out discounts for having a nice ass.
But Etienne nodded, his smile staying firmly in place, as per usual. He was terribly good at his job. "Yes, just modelling."
Just modelling, like the nude modelling he'd done earlier this year for photographers. It paid well, and he was comfortable with his body, so it was a cinch. He could totally do this, even if he was hesitant at the idea of sharing what was a private kink for him. "You're on. What kind of stuff did you just get in?"
"This way, beautiful." Etienne's tone dropped into the one he used when he was trying to be professional. Not the one he used when telling Corin about his Cool Bag Discount.
As they walked, Etienne picked out panties from the racks. He stopped every so often-- no longer than a second-- and sometimes picked the item up, sometimes didn't, which showed maybe that he was actually thinking about it. Point in his favor, Corin decided.
"Let's start with these." Etienne handed the pile across-- six items, unless he'd been too distracted by Etienne's ass in those skintight jeans and missed something.
At least everything was in sensible colors, Corin thought as he eyed the pile of items. Etienne had pretty good taste so far, but Corin was inclined to suspicion.
And rightly so; the first thing he picked out to try on had ruffles all over the ass and Corin really wanted to shoot whoever had come up with that. But he might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, and decided that they really were a nice pair of panties, aside from that: ample room for his cock and balls and stretchy, satiny material in the front. Black, too-- Corin's favorite color for panties.
"You had to choose the ruffles, didn't you?" he said as he stepped out of the dressing room and stood in front of the three-way mirrors. He had to admit, the ruffles-- aside from being silly-- didn't look too bad. They emphasized his bubble butt, which was always a good thing.
"Stop complaining, you look fantastic." Etienne paused, and Corin suspected that if they knew each other a little better, he'd be making a lewd suggestion of some sort. "Wish I had the ass for those."
Corin felt his cheeks heating up a little and turned around without a word to disappear back into the dressing room. He had a nice ass, yeah, but it was kind of awkward, what with the panties, and he really hated it when he got flustered.
Luckily, the next thing he picked out was some sort of complicated lingerie that had straps over the shoulders and across the ass and soft, stretchy lace in an X pattern from his shoulders, across his chest to his waist. It was hot. Hot.
He strutted out of that dressing room feeling a fuck of a lot less flustered, and he even posed a bit in front of the mirrors. His cock was visible through the lace, and suddenly he realized that trying on this stuff-- Etienne was going to see exactly how much Corin enjoyed it.
But he wanted that, didn't he? Corin smiled, hands on his waist as he cocked his hips and looked at Etienne in the mirror. "What do you think?"
"I can't believe it, but those're even better than the ruffles." Etienne smiled, then widened his eyes a little and reached one hand toward Corin's shoulder. "Ah, you have a strap twisted."
Corin smiled at the obvious excuse, even as he felt his cock stirring a little from the brief contact. It felt nice; it had been at least a week since he'd had sex, and he was starting to feel a little desperate: a quickie in the dressing room didn't sound bad, even though he absolutely hated quickies. Sex should be lengthy and involved, always.
"Pity it's not black," he said, looking down at the navy material, running his hand lightly over his chest, then letting it trail downward to draw attention to his halfie. "Ah well."
And with that, he turned around and went back into the dressing room.
"I shan't wait on you forever, darling," Etienne called, voice sing-song.
Corin peeked out from the curtain and flashed Etienne a smile, pulling it back enough to reveal the curve of his ass before pulling it shut again.
The last thing was a pair of thong panties, white, very simple but completely made up of the same lace that the X-thing had been, just a little more opaque. It fit snugly enough that Corin bit his lip and adjusted himself and managed somehow to end up with more than a halfie. Full hard-on, cock peeking up out of the top hem of the low-cut panties.
He'd hoped to like, tease a little more before delivering, but whatever. Corin strode out of that dressing room like he owned the place and faced Etienne instead of the mirror, putting one of his arms up and canting his hips. He couldn't help the smirk on his lips; he knew he looked good, even if the whole panties thing made him feel disturbingly vulnerable. "What's the verdict?"
"Mmm, can't decide. I might have to have another look-see at the ruffles," Etienne teased.
"Hmm," Corin hummed, already taking steps backward toward the changing room. "Help me change?"
Etienne didn't object-- there was no reason for him to, of course-- and let himself be drawn into the dressing room, the curtain pulled behind him. He didn't make any moves, though, aside from running his fingers up Corin's side in a way that made Corin shiver.
"Are you going to just stand there, or do I get a bit of ravishing out of the deal?"
"You didn't ask to be ravished." Etienne's grin said that he knew he was being an ass and planned to continue in the same vein. "You asked for help changing."
But it was okay, because as he spoke Etienne had slid his hand down until it was rubbing Corin's cock through the panties. Corin looked down to see it and felt himself go a little light-headed. In a good way. His eyes fluttered for a moment between open and shut at the attention, and he made a little sound in the back of his throat.
"You're a tease, you know that?" Corin's hand found the back of Etienne's neck, underneath that long hair, and dragged him down for a kiss. Soft at first, feeling it out, but then Etienne pressed a little harder against Corin's cock, and he groaned into the kiss and things got a bit-- nice. Tongue, in his mouth, and he arched against Etienne's fingers, silently asking for more.
"And you aren't?" Etienne asked, between kisses. But he didn't particularly bother giving Corin a chance to answer-- not that Corin minded.
Fingers hooked in the waistband of the panties, and Corin remembered the bit about help changing. As he broke the kiss, Corin wondered absently how often Etienne did this with customers. Mostly, though, he was lost in the way the stretchy fabric felt against his skin and the way Etienne's breath was so hot on his neck.
Suddenly Etienne stopped. Just froze, like he was caught, and then probably for the second time came the tinkling of the bell that happened when one opened the shop door, and Etienne swore softly before pulling away.
"Customer," he said, tone apologetic. "The white ones are yours, by the way."
"Wait." An idea suddenly came to mind. "My twenty-first birthday party is this weekend. Wanna come?"
"Sounds like fun," Etienne said, with a quirk of his lips that wasn't quite a smile but definitely qualified as a smirk. "When you're done changing, come up to the front and I'll give you my number."
✖
Birthdays were awesome, in Corin's professional opinion. He'd had plenty of them so far, so it made total sense that he'd be a pro by now. What kind of person wasn't a pro after twenty-one years?
"You're totally right," the girl whose name Corin hadn't quite caught said, and giggled. She was very giggly-- nearly as giggly as Corin himself. And very pretty, too, dark-skinned with dark hair and dark eyes to match.
Gorgeous features, too, she had a face pretty enough to be a model. He told her so, and she giggled even more. Her tits bounced; she was wearing one of those strappy tank tops without a bra. Corin was positively in heaven.
And of course his cousin Simeon was there with him, as good of a wingman as a guy could ever hope for. He pushed another beer into Corin's hands, while he wrapped an arm around Corin's shoulders.
Corin leaned into the touch automatically. He loved getting touched when he was sober, and when he was drunk it just got... better. The touching, that was.
"Heeey, Sim! This is, um-- I forgot her name-- but she agrees with me. I'm a professional birthday boy." He smiled drunkenly up at his cousin. "What do you think?"
"You're not supposed to admit you've forgotten their names." Simeon looked adorable with that trying-not-to-smile expression. "And you're not a professional until you get paid for something-- not sure free drinks count, really."
"But I've been doing it twenty-one years!" Corin protested, laughingly. "I think that's grounds for being a pro, you know? And I get paid every birthday-- in the cards Gran sends. So there."
"By that standard I'm even more of a professional than you." As Simeon spoke, the tits-- er, the girl walked away and Corin wanted very badly to follow her but Simeon had that arm over Corin's shoulders and that wasn't half-bad. He did boys, too. More often than girls, actually. Then Simeon said, "Tell you what, down the beer in one go and I'll admit you're a pro."
Too easy, some half-sober part of Corin thought absently, but there was more drunk in him than sober so the thought kind of just. Went away. "What do I get if I'm a pro?" he asked, instead of chugging, because-- just because. He didn't like, need a reason. "What's my in- incentive-thingy."
"My love and admiration isn't enough?" Simeon's fingers stroked Corin's hair in a very un-cousinly way. "What do you expect, a blowjob?"
That not-quite-drunk part of Corin piped up for a moment, and his breath caught because this was his cousin pretty much propositioning him. But he was drunk enough to be honest with himself: he'd had a crush on Simeon since they were teenagers. Not to mention that a blowjob sounded a lot more fun than freaking out.
"Well, duh," he said, and laughed. "It is my birthday." And he brought the bottle of beer to his lips and chugged like his life depended on it.
Simeon was quiet for the whole chugging bit. It wasn't until Corin lowered the bottle and grinned at him that he said, "Want to get out of here, then? I've got more booze at mine."
Corin's friends had kind of wandered off and were doing their own things by now, which was fine. He had half a thought, that there was someone else he'd been waiting on. They came (Corin giggled) together, that didn't mean that they had to leave together.
"I guess," he said, drawing out the s, leaning against Simon a bit more heavily. It felt awesome when he closed his eyes, warm heat of another person and the room spinning in a way that was fascinating instead of dizzying. "You have designs on my virtue, don't you?"
"You have virtue?" Simeon wrapped both his arms around Corin. "I've got designs on your something, yeah. Got a problem with that?"
Corin grinned like an idiot for a few moments, because Simeon was hugging him and it wasn't in any kind of family way, either. Not with the way they were pressed together.
"I have plenty of virtue. I just... keep it hidden. So people can't take any." He giggled, shaking his head, then sighed and wrapped his arms loosely around Simeon's waist. "Take me home, Simmy."
"Don't you dare call me that when you're sober." Simeon warned-- not that Corin would listen, supposing he remembered this in the morning-- and proceeded to lead Corin towards the exit and then to wait for a taxi.
"You're not cold or anything?" Simeon was eyeing Corin's Hi, I'm looking to get laid tonight outfit doubtfully.
Corin shook his head, and the world went topsy-turvy for a moment in a way that made him giggle. A few more drinks and it'd be in a way that would make him yak, but he was at the golden point of drunkenness now. "I'm good." Especially with Simeon's arm around his shoulders, nice and warm.
Once they were inside the cab, Corin was actually hot. He made a whiny noise in his throat and attempted taking his shirt off, but it was complicated and tight and didn't want to come off and Simeon tried to make him keep it on. He whined again and gave up, scooting as far away from Simeon as he could and still be in the cab. "Meanie."
"The cabbie doesn't want you to give him a show, Corin."
But what if he does, Corin thought, but Sim kept talking so he said nothing.
"I'll take it off you when we get back. With my teeth, if you want me to. Just another five minutes, okay?"
Corin huffed, but it wasn't like he could really do much. "Fiiiine." But that didn't mean he wasn't going to tell off Simeon the whole cab ride home.
✖
Etienne got to the bar almost exactly when he'd planned to. Granted, this was a little later than the time Corin had told him to turn up, but this way he got to skip the awkward opening stages of a party, when half the participants were still sober enough to care about the fact that they didn't know the other half.
Much more fun to wait and time his arrival for when the drunken dancing had started, although if he was going to be totally honest most of the time had been spent getting ready. Wasn't as if someone as cute as Corin had his twenty-first birthday every day, after all.
When he arrived at the bar-- not one he went to often, as it was a little out of his way-- he couldn't see Corin, though. Not on the dancefloor, and not at the group of tables at the back where he'd said he'd probably be.
Etienne shrugged, and started asking people. On about the sixth try, a young woman with a top low-cut enough for Etienne to approve of her taste in bras (or lack thereof) smiled broadly at his question. "Yeah, he was just with that guy-- Sam, or something? They just went to get a taxi, which totally sucks, because Corin promised he'd dance with me, and like--"
Etienne didn't listen to the rest; he dashed out to the taxi rank instead, just in case Corin was still there. Not that Corin couldn't go home with whoever he liked, but it was at the very least a little rude to do so before Etienne had the chance to show up and flirt with him.
They were there when he got there, but only just; Etienne caught enough of a glimpse to be fairly sure that had been Corin tumbling into the cab, although he hadn't really gotten a good look at his companion. Oh well, he could always tease Corin about it the next time he saw him.
He considered going back inside to see if there were any cute bartenders, but after a moment he joined the taxi rank queue instead. Somehow, probably because Corin had just practically stood Etienne up, and nobody did that, he wasn't in the mood.
In the back-seat of the taxi, he felt something in his pocket and remembered the gift certificate he'd brought as a birthday present for Corin (Etienne would have, of course, been happy to recommend items in the shop for Corin to spend it on).
It was sort of cathartic to tear it to pieces. "Somebody's getting ruffles for his birthday." Etienne said to himself, cheerfully, and then decided that yes, he was in the mood after all. "Changed my mind-- can you take me downtown?"
On a whim, he called Simeon from the back of the cab, but the phone just rang out. Etienne didn't bother to leave a message; he'd probably call back. He'd go dancing in the meantime, so he sounded appropriately out of breath when Simeon did.
✖
It was like being told off by a kitten. A drunken, red-haired kitten. Simeon decided that Corin didn't actually need any of the beer in his fridge, and got him a glass of juice instead.
He was after Corin's virtue, but he didn't want Corin to hate him when he sobered up. Better to go a bit slow. "You still want to take that shirt off?"
Not too slow, though. Simeon had been thinking about this for months-- since one of his friends at school had shown him pictures of my new model and it had been Corin. Nude.
"Might as well," Corin said. Lucky for him, Simeon was willing to help him out of his shirt, so he didn't have much trouble getting it off. To Simeon's advantage the shirt removal left them uncommonly close, and Simeon's hands were hovering just short of touching Corin's arms. Corin made a noise in his throat and leaned against Simeon. "You're nice, Simmy."
"I'm not that nice," Simeon told him, settling his hands on Corin's shoulders. Shoulders were a good start. "You're drunk, and I'm after your virtue, remember? I'm a wicked, wicked, man."
He wondered if Corin would remember he was owed a blowjob, or if Simeon would have to remind him, and if sucking Corin off when he was drunk counted as taking advantage, and what it said about Simeon that he really didn't give a fuck whether it did or not right now.
"Wicked cool," Corin murmured, nuzzling his head against Simeon's chest in a way that would have kissed right off all of Simeon's doubts, if he'd actually been doing any doubting. "You smell too nice to be very bad. And besides that, I don't have any virtue."
"I'm finding your argument very convincing," Simeon told him, grinning. "Want to get out of those tight trousers? If you don't have any virtue, can I at least steal your underwear?"
"Um," Corin said, looking uncomfortable for the first time all night. "How about we keep our clothes on?"
Okay, either that was a pretty clear "no" or Corin was hiding something under the trousers he'd painted on earlier. "What, you don't want me to see your sexy undies?"
He shrugged off his shirt as he spoke, since it only seemed fair to try and keep up.
Corin caught Simeon's hand as he was dropping the shirt and pushed Simeon back with his other hand in the center of Simeon's chest. And smiled, like this was his plan or something. "I'd rather see yours."
"Sorry to disappoint." Simeon undid his jeans, just about half-way, just to tease. "Not wearing any. You realise you can't get your birthday blowjob unless you let me at your cock, right? Otherwise it's just birthday frottage or something."
"Sounds good," Corin murmured, and climbed on top of Simeon. And ran his fingers down Simeon's sides and leaned down to bury his face in the crook of Simeon's neck.
Not exactly as planned, but it'd do. Simeon wriggled his jeans at least half way down his legs and diverted Corin's attention from his neck temporarily with a hand on his cheek. "How about a birthday kiss, then?"
And then Corin could go back to nuzzling Simeon's neck all he fucking liked, as long as he wasn't doing it to avoid remembering it was Simeon down here.
Corin's grin said that Simeon's fears were silly, and better yet he leaned down, brushing their lips together. Barely, at first, then Simeon leaned up into it and their tongues touched and Corin groaned into the kiss.
God, that hit the spot. Simeon let Corin entertain himself until about the point where he started making sounds that might have been Simeon's fucking name.
Then he decided fuck it, and slid one hand into Corin's hair, just in case he had some stupid thought about stopping the kissing, and the other straight down to that cute ass.
Perfect. Even with the bit where Corin was still wearing fucking clothes-- nah, still perfect.
Corin moaned and pulled away a little, looking down at Simeon. Which was fine, because Simeon didn't mind seeing Corin's gorgeous features staring down at him like that.
"I--" Corin started to say, and Simeon chose that moment to arch up and pull Corin's ass down, distracting him quite thoroughly. Staring was all well and good; Simeon had absolutely no intention of doing something as stupid as giving Corin space to think.
Simeon shifted his focus to attacking Corin's neck, wondering if he could getting away with leaving marks and how mad Corin would be when he found them tomorrow.
He was tempted to do it, just to see.
Corin fucking melted when Simeon's lips touched his neck. He whimpered, too, tilting his head to the side to give Simeon more room to work. The best part was the way his fingers cupped around behind Simeon's neck and dug in lightly.
Simeon gave up giving a shit about the rest of the proceedings-- hello, brilliant opportunity to locate Corin's favourite spots.
Presuming Corin wasn't too hungover or embarrassed in the morning, he was sure he'd get a chance to use this knowledge again soon.
He paused for a moment to look at his handiwork. Yep, that would about do it. "Hope you don't mind me leaving marks," he said, and then promptly set about leaving a few more.
Corin's only response was a vague hnn and to not try and stop Simeon at all. At least not until Simeon had worked his way down Corin's chest and started to undo Corin's trousers.
"H-hey," Corin said, but Simeon could tell that his heart wasn't in it so he didn't stop.
Simeon got half-way through undoing Corin's pants before he really noticed. "I was joking about the sexy underwear," he said, grinning. "Hot."
He meant it, too. There were a limited number of guys who could get away with wearing that shit without looking like idiots, but Corin definitely counted as one of them. "Now I know what to get you for Christmas."
"I got them free." Corin blushed beautifully. "Um, can we go back to kissing now?"
Oh, there had to be a story there. Simeon could get it out of him later, though. After he'd gotten Corin out of the panties. "Sure," he said, "whatever the birthday boy wants," and kissed Corin on his adorably red cheeks, and then full on the mouth again.
Corin kissed back eagerly, fingers tangling in Simeon's hair. Not pulling, the way Simeon might for certain people, just touching. And groaning into the kiss as Simeon finally pushed his fingers inside of the white panties.
Abruptly, he realized another part of why Corin might not have wanted his trousers off: whiskey dick.
"I'm-- sorry-- I can't--" Corin was cute when he was helpless in such a harmless way.
"Shouldn't have bought you so many beers," Simeon agreed, pinching Corin's ass, just lightly. "Don't worry about it-- you can make it up to me later. As many times as you like."
Starting, possibly, tomorrow, in the shower. He could wash Simeon's-- back.
For now Simeon just concentrated on at least getting Corin naked. Free or not, he should probably be good and not rip the damn panties.
Corin actually had to pull away and stand up and have Simeon's help to peel off the jeans. The panties were much easier.
"Why can't I lay there and you ravish me, huh?" Corin asked, as Simeon traced the indentations the tight panties had left on Corin's hips. "Seems unfair, me the birthday boy and drunk and having to do all the work."
"You're too drunk to be ravished," Simeon said, but turned them so that Corin lay on the couch under him, looking, despite what Simeon had just said, pretty fucking ravishable.
Simeon started in on some of those good spots on his neck again, with every intention of working his way down as far as Corin would let him get away with, whiskey dick or not.
Or, given that Corin was probably a bit too drunk to self-censor, he could cheat and take the shortcut. "Where do you like being kissed?"
"Neck, nipples, and... and the insides of my thighs and the insides of my knees."
Neck he'd pretty much figured out, yeah. Simeon moved on to the next spot on the list. "You might regret telling me that later, you know," he said, cheerfully, and then kissed Corin's right nipple, which happened to be slightly closer.
Ah, the endless problem-- not enough mouths. Simeon let his hands wander, too, as he worked his way down the list. He was exploring the insides of Corin's thighs with his tongue when Corin spoke: "Hey, Sim. Come up here. Fuck my mouth."
For a moment, the only thought in Simeon's mind was that Corin had completely forgotten whose birthday it was and Simeon, for one, didn't care. He intended to say you don't have to ask me twice, but it came out as "You sure?", even as everything below the neck went hell yeah and started moving in that direction.
Okay, so he was going to owe Corin two blowjobs. Simeon was completely fine with that.
"Yeah," Corin said, and opened his mouth for Simeon's cock. He leaned his head back, too, the better to deep throat with, and one hand went up to grip Simeon's leg, presumably to tap out if he needed to which told Simeon things he was too busy getting his cock sucked to appreciate.
So either Simeon had done something really good in a past life or karma was complete bollocks. He had about enough control left-- or hoped he did, anyway-- not to choke Corin but he wasn't sure he'd stick too much money on it.
The sight of Corin wasn't helping. Or was helping too much, rather. "You're fucking gorgeous."
"Hnnmmm," Corin said, which might have translated to Sorry, my mouth's full of your cock, or I agree or both.
Simeon had spent most of the evening thinking about this, and a half hour humping the couch while he explored Corin's hotspots; he had nothing like stamina left. Not with Corin being fucking gorgeous and sucking cock like a pro. He did manage a sort of warning that he was getting near. In practice it came out as, "Jesus-fuck", to which he thought that was pretty fucking elegant, idiot, and then ran out of words altogether.
He didn't think, given the way Corin was acting, that Corin would mind. He reached down-- not to pull or anything, he just wanted to touch Corin's hair, and god he was so damn pretty like this, too damn good, fuck--
At about that point, his internal monologue ran out of words, too. Simeon blanked for a moment (a really good moment), and when he got his focus back he was looking down on one very smug-looking Corin.
"Fuck," he said, in lieu of did you just fucking swallow, you gorgeous little bastard?
"I can't do that, usually," Corin said, and pulled Simeon down for a kiss to show that he hadn't swallowed all of it. For his part, Simeon enjoyed being shown. "Sober, I mean."
And there was Corin going for Simeon's neck again, burying his face and inhaling.
"God, you really smell awesome. I don't even know why, you just do."
Simeon petted Corin's hair, and didn't do anything about the warm breath against his neck, which was actually kind of pleasant. "Probably because you're drunk. Other people get beer goggles, you get, what, beer nose?"
Seeing as he'd never had Corin sniffing him when sober, it had to be the beer. Then again, he'd never got Corin into bed-- technically, couch-- when Corin was completely sober, which Simeon was not going to think about too closely.
"We need to do this again, but without the beer."
"Mmmm." Corin wriggled a little. "Am I staying here tonight?"
"Yep. How else am I going to ravish you in the shower in the morning?" Simeon nudged him, only half-joking. Maybe a quarter. "Come on, let's at least get you into bed. You can share with me if you promise not to kick."
"Not gonna make any promises I can't keep," Corin said, words only slurring a little. More sensible than he had any right to be, but that was Corin through and through.
Once they were in bed, Simeon was pleased that Corin cuddled and even initiated a set of slow, languid kisses.
"Night, Sim."
Best birthday party ever, Simeon thought, smiling to himself. "Goodnight, Corin."
master | next
He liked pain. He liked dominance. He liked crossdressing. He liked submission. He even liked Nazis. He liked girls; he liked boys. He liked furry art, if it was well-done. (Then again, he had that prerequisite for all of the art he jacked off to: must be well-done.)
To put it shortly, he liked everything.
And he had no one to share it with, at seventeen. He was afraid to say anything to his classmates-- the ones he fucked, anyway-- because this was high school and they were bound to think he was weird, and it was just. Awkward.
But whatever. He had time, he figured.
Then he went to college and ended up dating his roommate, Justin, and doing nearly everything kinky that either of them could think of. They even had sex during class, once, with Justin's hand down Corin's pants; it was fantastic.
The only things they didn't do were things that were feminine; Justin was gay. Very, very gay. When Corin mentioned panties, Justin responded with outrage and, well, so there was one thing, one thing that Corin couldn't quite share and he felt kind of silly, the first time he ended up outside De Soie et Dentelle. It was a women's lingerie shop, but there was a gay man who worked there, so Corin went in on the man's shift.
Etienne. He was the son of the owners, and he flirted the way other people breathed, and on Corin's first time in he invented some fairy-tale bullshit Redhead Discount and gave over the panties-- Corin's first pair, actually, because he never had the balls to just go and buy any before and now he felt so free, even if there was still some trepidation over the kink.
"Maybe you'll wear them for me sometime," Etienne said, and winked, and handed Corin his little bag. Corin shoved the pink plastic bag into his manpurse and left with his cheeks still red from blushing.
The panties were black lace. Soft lace. Corin took them out of the bag only once he was locked in his room, and he flopped down on his bed and felt a bit silly but-- they were beautiful. They smelled like starch and would need a wash before he could wear them properly, but he was already hard so that really was a good sign.
He got his jeans off with shaky hands and reached down without looking, the panties draped around his hand, and wrapped his hand and the panties around his cock. The touch of the fabric made him gasp, then made his breath hitch, and he opened his eyes and looked and he couldn't help it, he really couldn't help the way the orgasm ripped through him, leaving him there gasping and panting with a pair of black panties come-splattered.
Corin licked them off after and was hard again already, so he rolled onto his belly and buried his face against the panties and reached down and jacked himself off and came again startlingly fast. He was covered in sweat, too, and wanted to do nothing more than nap, but there was this laugh that bubbled out, breathless, hah, hah, hah.
Panties are a go, he thought, and buried his face in them once more. Now all he had to do was find a boyfriend who liked the sight of Corin in them, or was willing to wear them. Or, in the best case, both.
There was also the little matter of getting over his fear of anyone else finding out, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
Corin adjusted his messenger bag, looking down at the worn fabric as he did. He needed a new one, but he was afraid he wouldn't find one as nice as this, and then there was the Hi-I'm-a-student-I-have-no-money thing and... he was distracting himself. Way to go, he thought, which just exaggerated the displeasure but whatever.
Whatever. Right, just don't think about it, he told himself. Because it wasn't even his first time in there, and why this time should be so different he had no idea, but it just felt weird. Still, no reason not to go, and as usual logic won out over emotion.
He pulled the door to De Soie et Dentelle open and stepped inside. The man behind the counter-- Etienne-- looked up from the magazine and smiled. He was beautiful: blond and tall and older. Eight years older.
Corin smiled back. "Got any specials for me today?" So far, Etienne had always had some sort of special for Corin, whether it was a discount for flashing his student ID or just being a redhead. (And also a returning customer discount, which might or might not have been made-up.)
"I just had a couple fabulous things come in yesterday." Etienne put his magazine down, his attention now fully focused on Corin in a way that made Corin want to squirm eagerly. "I'll make you a deal-- model them for me and I'll give you whichever you like best. Free."
"All I have to do is model?" Corin asked, because model them for me could totally be construed as innuendo, especially considering the flirting they'd been doing. Nobody just gave out discounts for having a nice ass.
But Etienne nodded, his smile staying firmly in place, as per usual. He was terribly good at his job. "Yes, just modelling."
Just modelling, like the nude modelling he'd done earlier this year for photographers. It paid well, and he was comfortable with his body, so it was a cinch. He could totally do this, even if he was hesitant at the idea of sharing what was a private kink for him. "You're on. What kind of stuff did you just get in?"
"This way, beautiful." Etienne's tone dropped into the one he used when he was trying to be professional. Not the one he used when telling Corin about his Cool Bag Discount.
As they walked, Etienne picked out panties from the racks. He stopped every so often-- no longer than a second-- and sometimes picked the item up, sometimes didn't, which showed maybe that he was actually thinking about it. Point in his favor, Corin decided.
"Let's start with these." Etienne handed the pile across-- six items, unless he'd been too distracted by Etienne's ass in those skintight jeans and missed something.
At least everything was in sensible colors, Corin thought as he eyed the pile of items. Etienne had pretty good taste so far, but Corin was inclined to suspicion.
And rightly so; the first thing he picked out to try on had ruffles all over the ass and Corin really wanted to shoot whoever had come up with that. But he might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, and decided that they really were a nice pair of panties, aside from that: ample room for his cock and balls and stretchy, satiny material in the front. Black, too-- Corin's favorite color for panties.
"You had to choose the ruffles, didn't you?" he said as he stepped out of the dressing room and stood in front of the three-way mirrors. He had to admit, the ruffles-- aside from being silly-- didn't look too bad. They emphasized his bubble butt, which was always a good thing.
"Stop complaining, you look fantastic." Etienne paused, and Corin suspected that if they knew each other a little better, he'd be making a lewd suggestion of some sort. "Wish I had the ass for those."
Corin felt his cheeks heating up a little and turned around without a word to disappear back into the dressing room. He had a nice ass, yeah, but it was kind of awkward, what with the panties, and he really hated it when he got flustered.
Luckily, the next thing he picked out was some sort of complicated lingerie that had straps over the shoulders and across the ass and soft, stretchy lace in an X pattern from his shoulders, across his chest to his waist. It was hot. Hot.
He strutted out of that dressing room feeling a fuck of a lot less flustered, and he even posed a bit in front of the mirrors. His cock was visible through the lace, and suddenly he realized that trying on this stuff-- Etienne was going to see exactly how much Corin enjoyed it.
But he wanted that, didn't he? Corin smiled, hands on his waist as he cocked his hips and looked at Etienne in the mirror. "What do you think?"
"I can't believe it, but those're even better than the ruffles." Etienne smiled, then widened his eyes a little and reached one hand toward Corin's shoulder. "Ah, you have a strap twisted."
Corin smiled at the obvious excuse, even as he felt his cock stirring a little from the brief contact. It felt nice; it had been at least a week since he'd had sex, and he was starting to feel a little desperate: a quickie in the dressing room didn't sound bad, even though he absolutely hated quickies. Sex should be lengthy and involved, always.
"Pity it's not black," he said, looking down at the navy material, running his hand lightly over his chest, then letting it trail downward to draw attention to his halfie. "Ah well."
And with that, he turned around and went back into the dressing room.
"I shan't wait on you forever, darling," Etienne called, voice sing-song.
Corin peeked out from the curtain and flashed Etienne a smile, pulling it back enough to reveal the curve of his ass before pulling it shut again.
The last thing was a pair of thong panties, white, very simple but completely made up of the same lace that the X-thing had been, just a little more opaque. It fit snugly enough that Corin bit his lip and adjusted himself and managed somehow to end up with more than a halfie. Full hard-on, cock peeking up out of the top hem of the low-cut panties.
He'd hoped to like, tease a little more before delivering, but whatever. Corin strode out of that dressing room like he owned the place and faced Etienne instead of the mirror, putting one of his arms up and canting his hips. He couldn't help the smirk on his lips; he knew he looked good, even if the whole panties thing made him feel disturbingly vulnerable. "What's the verdict?"
"Mmm, can't decide. I might have to have another look-see at the ruffles," Etienne teased.
"Hmm," Corin hummed, already taking steps backward toward the changing room. "Help me change?"
Etienne didn't object-- there was no reason for him to, of course-- and let himself be drawn into the dressing room, the curtain pulled behind him. He didn't make any moves, though, aside from running his fingers up Corin's side in a way that made Corin shiver.
"Are you going to just stand there, or do I get a bit of ravishing out of the deal?"
"You didn't ask to be ravished." Etienne's grin said that he knew he was being an ass and planned to continue in the same vein. "You asked for help changing."
But it was okay, because as he spoke Etienne had slid his hand down until it was rubbing Corin's cock through the panties. Corin looked down to see it and felt himself go a little light-headed. In a good way. His eyes fluttered for a moment between open and shut at the attention, and he made a little sound in the back of his throat.
"You're a tease, you know that?" Corin's hand found the back of Etienne's neck, underneath that long hair, and dragged him down for a kiss. Soft at first, feeling it out, but then Etienne pressed a little harder against Corin's cock, and he groaned into the kiss and things got a bit-- nice. Tongue, in his mouth, and he arched against Etienne's fingers, silently asking for more.
"And you aren't?" Etienne asked, between kisses. But he didn't particularly bother giving Corin a chance to answer-- not that Corin minded.
Fingers hooked in the waistband of the panties, and Corin remembered the bit about help changing. As he broke the kiss, Corin wondered absently how often Etienne did this with customers. Mostly, though, he was lost in the way the stretchy fabric felt against his skin and the way Etienne's breath was so hot on his neck.
Suddenly Etienne stopped. Just froze, like he was caught, and then probably for the second time came the tinkling of the bell that happened when one opened the shop door, and Etienne swore softly before pulling away.
"Customer," he said, tone apologetic. "The white ones are yours, by the way."
"Wait." An idea suddenly came to mind. "My twenty-first birthday party is this weekend. Wanna come?"
"Sounds like fun," Etienne said, with a quirk of his lips that wasn't quite a smile but definitely qualified as a smirk. "When you're done changing, come up to the front and I'll give you my number."
Birthdays were awesome, in Corin's professional opinion. He'd had plenty of them so far, so it made total sense that he'd be a pro by now. What kind of person wasn't a pro after twenty-one years?
"You're totally right," the girl whose name Corin hadn't quite caught said, and giggled. She was very giggly-- nearly as giggly as Corin himself. And very pretty, too, dark-skinned with dark hair and dark eyes to match.
Gorgeous features, too, she had a face pretty enough to be a model. He told her so, and she giggled even more. Her tits bounced; she was wearing one of those strappy tank tops without a bra. Corin was positively in heaven.
And of course his cousin Simeon was there with him, as good of a wingman as a guy could ever hope for. He pushed another beer into Corin's hands, while he wrapped an arm around Corin's shoulders.
Corin leaned into the touch automatically. He loved getting touched when he was sober, and when he was drunk it just got... better. The touching, that was.
"Heeey, Sim! This is, um-- I forgot her name-- but she agrees with me. I'm a professional birthday boy." He smiled drunkenly up at his cousin. "What do you think?"
"You're not supposed to admit you've forgotten their names." Simeon looked adorable with that trying-not-to-smile expression. "And you're not a professional until you get paid for something-- not sure free drinks count, really."
"But I've been doing it twenty-one years!" Corin protested, laughingly. "I think that's grounds for being a pro, you know? And I get paid every birthday-- in the cards Gran sends. So there."
"By that standard I'm even more of a professional than you." As Simeon spoke, the tits-- er, the girl walked away and Corin wanted very badly to follow her but Simeon had that arm over Corin's shoulders and that wasn't half-bad. He did boys, too. More often than girls, actually. Then Simeon said, "Tell you what, down the beer in one go and I'll admit you're a pro."
Too easy, some half-sober part of Corin thought absently, but there was more drunk in him than sober so the thought kind of just. Went away. "What do I get if I'm a pro?" he asked, instead of chugging, because-- just because. He didn't like, need a reason. "What's my in- incentive-thingy."
"My love and admiration isn't enough?" Simeon's fingers stroked Corin's hair in a very un-cousinly way. "What do you expect, a blowjob?"
That not-quite-drunk part of Corin piped up for a moment, and his breath caught because this was his cousin pretty much propositioning him. But he was drunk enough to be honest with himself: he'd had a crush on Simeon since they were teenagers. Not to mention that a blowjob sounded a lot more fun than freaking out.
"Well, duh," he said, and laughed. "It is my birthday." And he brought the bottle of beer to his lips and chugged like his life depended on it.
Simeon was quiet for the whole chugging bit. It wasn't until Corin lowered the bottle and grinned at him that he said, "Want to get out of here, then? I've got more booze at mine."
Corin's friends had kind of wandered off and were doing their own things by now, which was fine. He had half a thought, that there was someone else he'd been waiting on. They came (Corin giggled) together, that didn't mean that they had to leave together.
"I guess," he said, drawing out the s, leaning against Simon a bit more heavily. It felt awesome when he closed his eyes, warm heat of another person and the room spinning in a way that was fascinating instead of dizzying. "You have designs on my virtue, don't you?"
"You have virtue?" Simeon wrapped both his arms around Corin. "I've got designs on your something, yeah. Got a problem with that?"
Corin grinned like an idiot for a few moments, because Simeon was hugging him and it wasn't in any kind of family way, either. Not with the way they were pressed together.
"I have plenty of virtue. I just... keep it hidden. So people can't take any." He giggled, shaking his head, then sighed and wrapped his arms loosely around Simeon's waist. "Take me home, Simmy."
"Don't you dare call me that when you're sober." Simeon warned-- not that Corin would listen, supposing he remembered this in the morning-- and proceeded to lead Corin towards the exit and then to wait for a taxi.
"You're not cold or anything?" Simeon was eyeing Corin's Hi, I'm looking to get laid tonight outfit doubtfully.
Corin shook his head, and the world went topsy-turvy for a moment in a way that made him giggle. A few more drinks and it'd be in a way that would make him yak, but he was at the golden point of drunkenness now. "I'm good." Especially with Simeon's arm around his shoulders, nice and warm.
Once they were inside the cab, Corin was actually hot. He made a whiny noise in his throat and attempted taking his shirt off, but it was complicated and tight and didn't want to come off and Simeon tried to make him keep it on. He whined again and gave up, scooting as far away from Simeon as he could and still be in the cab. "Meanie."
"The cabbie doesn't want you to give him a show, Corin."
But what if he does, Corin thought, but Sim kept talking so he said nothing.
"I'll take it off you when we get back. With my teeth, if you want me to. Just another five minutes, okay?"
Corin huffed, but it wasn't like he could really do much. "Fiiiine." But that didn't mean he wasn't going to tell off Simeon the whole cab ride home.
Etienne got to the bar almost exactly when he'd planned to. Granted, this was a little later than the time Corin had told him to turn up, but this way he got to skip the awkward opening stages of a party, when half the participants were still sober enough to care about the fact that they didn't know the other half.
Much more fun to wait and time his arrival for when the drunken dancing had started, although if he was going to be totally honest most of the time had been spent getting ready. Wasn't as if someone as cute as Corin had his twenty-first birthday every day, after all.
When he arrived at the bar-- not one he went to often, as it was a little out of his way-- he couldn't see Corin, though. Not on the dancefloor, and not at the group of tables at the back where he'd said he'd probably be.
Etienne shrugged, and started asking people. On about the sixth try, a young woman with a top low-cut enough for Etienne to approve of her taste in bras (or lack thereof) smiled broadly at his question. "Yeah, he was just with that guy-- Sam, or something? They just went to get a taxi, which totally sucks, because Corin promised he'd dance with me, and like--"
Etienne didn't listen to the rest; he dashed out to the taxi rank instead, just in case Corin was still there. Not that Corin couldn't go home with whoever he liked, but it was at the very least a little rude to do so before Etienne had the chance to show up and flirt with him.
They were there when he got there, but only just; Etienne caught enough of a glimpse to be fairly sure that had been Corin tumbling into the cab, although he hadn't really gotten a good look at his companion. Oh well, he could always tease Corin about it the next time he saw him.
He considered going back inside to see if there were any cute bartenders, but after a moment he joined the taxi rank queue instead. Somehow, probably because Corin had just practically stood Etienne up, and nobody did that, he wasn't in the mood.
In the back-seat of the taxi, he felt something in his pocket and remembered the gift certificate he'd brought as a birthday present for Corin (Etienne would have, of course, been happy to recommend items in the shop for Corin to spend it on).
It was sort of cathartic to tear it to pieces. "Somebody's getting ruffles for his birthday." Etienne said to himself, cheerfully, and then decided that yes, he was in the mood after all. "Changed my mind-- can you take me downtown?"
On a whim, he called Simeon from the back of the cab, but the phone just rang out. Etienne didn't bother to leave a message; he'd probably call back. He'd go dancing in the meantime, so he sounded appropriately out of breath when Simeon did.
It was like being told off by a kitten. A drunken, red-haired kitten. Simeon decided that Corin didn't actually need any of the beer in his fridge, and got him a glass of juice instead.
He was after Corin's virtue, but he didn't want Corin to hate him when he sobered up. Better to go a bit slow. "You still want to take that shirt off?"
Not too slow, though. Simeon had been thinking about this for months-- since one of his friends at school had shown him pictures of my new model and it had been Corin. Nude.
"Might as well," Corin said. Lucky for him, Simeon was willing to help him out of his shirt, so he didn't have much trouble getting it off. To Simeon's advantage the shirt removal left them uncommonly close, and Simeon's hands were hovering just short of touching Corin's arms. Corin made a noise in his throat and leaned against Simeon. "You're nice, Simmy."
"I'm not that nice," Simeon told him, settling his hands on Corin's shoulders. Shoulders were a good start. "You're drunk, and I'm after your virtue, remember? I'm a wicked, wicked, man."
He wondered if Corin would remember he was owed a blowjob, or if Simeon would have to remind him, and if sucking Corin off when he was drunk counted as taking advantage, and what it said about Simeon that he really didn't give a fuck whether it did or not right now.
"Wicked cool," Corin murmured, nuzzling his head against Simeon's chest in a way that would have kissed right off all of Simeon's doubts, if he'd actually been doing any doubting. "You smell too nice to be very bad. And besides that, I don't have any virtue."
"I'm finding your argument very convincing," Simeon told him, grinning. "Want to get out of those tight trousers? If you don't have any virtue, can I at least steal your underwear?"
"Um," Corin said, looking uncomfortable for the first time all night. "How about we keep our clothes on?"
Okay, either that was a pretty clear "no" or Corin was hiding something under the trousers he'd painted on earlier. "What, you don't want me to see your sexy undies?"
He shrugged off his shirt as he spoke, since it only seemed fair to try and keep up.
Corin caught Simeon's hand as he was dropping the shirt and pushed Simeon back with his other hand in the center of Simeon's chest. And smiled, like this was his plan or something. "I'd rather see yours."
"Sorry to disappoint." Simeon undid his jeans, just about half-way, just to tease. "Not wearing any. You realise you can't get your birthday blowjob unless you let me at your cock, right? Otherwise it's just birthday frottage or something."
"Sounds good," Corin murmured, and climbed on top of Simeon. And ran his fingers down Simeon's sides and leaned down to bury his face in the crook of Simeon's neck.
Not exactly as planned, but it'd do. Simeon wriggled his jeans at least half way down his legs and diverted Corin's attention from his neck temporarily with a hand on his cheek. "How about a birthday kiss, then?"
And then Corin could go back to nuzzling Simeon's neck all he fucking liked, as long as he wasn't doing it to avoid remembering it was Simeon down here.
Corin's grin said that Simeon's fears were silly, and better yet he leaned down, brushing their lips together. Barely, at first, then Simeon leaned up into it and their tongues touched and Corin groaned into the kiss.
God, that hit the spot. Simeon let Corin entertain himself until about the point where he started making sounds that might have been Simeon's fucking name.
Then he decided fuck it, and slid one hand into Corin's hair, just in case he had some stupid thought about stopping the kissing, and the other straight down to that cute ass.
Perfect. Even with the bit where Corin was still wearing fucking clothes-- nah, still perfect.
Corin moaned and pulled away a little, looking down at Simeon. Which was fine, because Simeon didn't mind seeing Corin's gorgeous features staring down at him like that.
"I--" Corin started to say, and Simeon chose that moment to arch up and pull Corin's ass down, distracting him quite thoroughly. Staring was all well and good; Simeon had absolutely no intention of doing something as stupid as giving Corin space to think.
Simeon shifted his focus to attacking Corin's neck, wondering if he could getting away with leaving marks and how mad Corin would be when he found them tomorrow.
He was tempted to do it, just to see.
Corin fucking melted when Simeon's lips touched his neck. He whimpered, too, tilting his head to the side to give Simeon more room to work. The best part was the way his fingers cupped around behind Simeon's neck and dug in lightly.
Simeon gave up giving a shit about the rest of the proceedings-- hello, brilliant opportunity to locate Corin's favourite spots.
Presuming Corin wasn't too hungover or embarrassed in the morning, he was sure he'd get a chance to use this knowledge again soon.
He paused for a moment to look at his handiwork. Yep, that would about do it. "Hope you don't mind me leaving marks," he said, and then promptly set about leaving a few more.
Corin's only response was a vague hnn and to not try and stop Simeon at all. At least not until Simeon had worked his way down Corin's chest and started to undo Corin's trousers.
"H-hey," Corin said, but Simeon could tell that his heart wasn't in it so he didn't stop.
Simeon got half-way through undoing Corin's pants before he really noticed. "I was joking about the sexy underwear," he said, grinning. "Hot."
He meant it, too. There were a limited number of guys who could get away with wearing that shit without looking like idiots, but Corin definitely counted as one of them. "Now I know what to get you for Christmas."
"I got them free." Corin blushed beautifully. "Um, can we go back to kissing now?"
Oh, there had to be a story there. Simeon could get it out of him later, though. After he'd gotten Corin out of the panties. "Sure," he said, "whatever the birthday boy wants," and kissed Corin on his adorably red cheeks, and then full on the mouth again.
Corin kissed back eagerly, fingers tangling in Simeon's hair. Not pulling, the way Simeon might for certain people, just touching. And groaning into the kiss as Simeon finally pushed his fingers inside of the white panties.
Abruptly, he realized another part of why Corin might not have wanted his trousers off: whiskey dick.
"I'm-- sorry-- I can't--" Corin was cute when he was helpless in such a harmless way.
"Shouldn't have bought you so many beers," Simeon agreed, pinching Corin's ass, just lightly. "Don't worry about it-- you can make it up to me later. As many times as you like."
Starting, possibly, tomorrow, in the shower. He could wash Simeon's-- back.
For now Simeon just concentrated on at least getting Corin naked. Free or not, he should probably be good and not rip the damn panties.
Corin actually had to pull away and stand up and have Simeon's help to peel off the jeans. The panties were much easier.
"Why can't I lay there and you ravish me, huh?" Corin asked, as Simeon traced the indentations the tight panties had left on Corin's hips. "Seems unfair, me the birthday boy and drunk and having to do all the work."
"You're too drunk to be ravished," Simeon said, but turned them so that Corin lay on the couch under him, looking, despite what Simeon had just said, pretty fucking ravishable.
Simeon started in on some of those good spots on his neck again, with every intention of working his way down as far as Corin would let him get away with, whiskey dick or not.
Or, given that Corin was probably a bit too drunk to self-censor, he could cheat and take the shortcut. "Where do you like being kissed?"
"Neck, nipples, and... and the insides of my thighs and the insides of my knees."
Neck he'd pretty much figured out, yeah. Simeon moved on to the next spot on the list. "You might regret telling me that later, you know," he said, cheerfully, and then kissed Corin's right nipple, which happened to be slightly closer.
Ah, the endless problem-- not enough mouths. Simeon let his hands wander, too, as he worked his way down the list. He was exploring the insides of Corin's thighs with his tongue when Corin spoke: "Hey, Sim. Come up here. Fuck my mouth."
For a moment, the only thought in Simeon's mind was that Corin had completely forgotten whose birthday it was and Simeon, for one, didn't care. He intended to say you don't have to ask me twice, but it came out as "You sure?", even as everything below the neck went hell yeah and started moving in that direction.
Okay, so he was going to owe Corin two blowjobs. Simeon was completely fine with that.
"Yeah," Corin said, and opened his mouth for Simeon's cock. He leaned his head back, too, the better to deep throat with, and one hand went up to grip Simeon's leg, presumably to tap out if he needed to which told Simeon things he was too busy getting his cock sucked to appreciate.
So either Simeon had done something really good in a past life or karma was complete bollocks. He had about enough control left-- or hoped he did, anyway-- not to choke Corin but he wasn't sure he'd stick too much money on it.
The sight of Corin wasn't helping. Or was helping too much, rather. "You're fucking gorgeous."
"Hnnmmm," Corin said, which might have translated to Sorry, my mouth's full of your cock, or I agree or both.
Simeon had spent most of the evening thinking about this, and a half hour humping the couch while he explored Corin's hotspots; he had nothing like stamina left. Not with Corin being fucking gorgeous and sucking cock like a pro. He did manage a sort of warning that he was getting near. In practice it came out as, "Jesus-fuck", to which he thought that was pretty fucking elegant, idiot, and then ran out of words altogether.
He didn't think, given the way Corin was acting, that Corin would mind. He reached down-- not to pull or anything, he just wanted to touch Corin's hair, and god he was so damn pretty like this, too damn good, fuck--
At about that point, his internal monologue ran out of words, too. Simeon blanked for a moment (a really good moment), and when he got his focus back he was looking down on one very smug-looking Corin.
"Fuck," he said, in lieu of did you just fucking swallow, you gorgeous little bastard?
"I can't do that, usually," Corin said, and pulled Simeon down for a kiss to show that he hadn't swallowed all of it. For his part, Simeon enjoyed being shown. "Sober, I mean."
And there was Corin going for Simeon's neck again, burying his face and inhaling.
"God, you really smell awesome. I don't even know why, you just do."
Simeon petted Corin's hair, and didn't do anything about the warm breath against his neck, which was actually kind of pleasant. "Probably because you're drunk. Other people get beer goggles, you get, what, beer nose?"
Seeing as he'd never had Corin sniffing him when sober, it had to be the beer. Then again, he'd never got Corin into bed-- technically, couch-- when Corin was completely sober, which Simeon was not going to think about too closely.
"We need to do this again, but without the beer."
"Mmmm." Corin wriggled a little. "Am I staying here tonight?"
"Yep. How else am I going to ravish you in the shower in the morning?" Simeon nudged him, only half-joking. Maybe a quarter. "Come on, let's at least get you into bed. You can share with me if you promise not to kick."
"Not gonna make any promises I can't keep," Corin said, words only slurring a little. More sensible than he had any right to be, but that was Corin through and through.
Once they were in bed, Simeon was pleased that Corin cuddled and even initiated a set of slow, languid kisses.
"Night, Sim."
Best birthday party ever, Simeon thought, smiling to himself. "Goodnight, Corin."
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