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"You're such a good boy Elias."
A noisy whimper escaped him as he dug his nails into the dip of Quincy's lower back and the nape of his neck. Loud pants escaped him with every thrust the younger seemed to wreck into him. He wanted nothing more than for this man to absolutely break him, but knowing Quincy, that wouldn't happen anytime soon considering his jumpy and timid nature when it came to these things. Perhaps one day, he'll be able to persuade him into trying. Till then, he'll just enjoy their sweet lovemaking instead. He did have to admit though, Quincy was getting much bolder with each new session.
Fangs glistened with drool in the kitchen's fluorescent lighting, that sinful tongue showing itself to the world as sounds of pleasure tumbled from his lips. Greyish blue eyes leaked tears as an especially rough thrust seemed to have the brunette arching his back in absolute bliss. "Hostia- Dios mio- Quincy-"
Sweet nothings in Spanish began to spill from him, blabbering anything and everything to encourage the other to continue. Heavy pants escaped the green-haired male, the sweat making his bangs begin to stick to his forehead. His glasses had long been tossed off along with their clothes. Dark rose eyes were dangerously eyeing the Spaniard down, making him bite his lip and whine out. "You're such a good boy." He murmured out as he began to kiss along Elias' jaw, slowly moving up to his ear and then moving to his lips.
Elias immediately pulled him into an eager kiss, his tongue licking Quincy's bottom lip for permission to enter. His mind was spinning like crazy from all of the stimulation. He was living for all this attention and praise. Any more endearing phrases and he might just simply die on the spot. He rocked his hips back to the other's thrusts, letting out a cry of pleasure as he felt a harsh jab at his prostate.
A small squeak of surprise came from the younger of the two, giving Elias enough time to shove his tongue inside to explore Quincy's mouth. It was a rather interesting change considering how blunt the other's canines were in comparison to his. He couldn't help but run his tongue over the faint points of his teeth, making Quincy shiver in response.
He had grown rather used to seeing pointed canines, seeing them often when he would look at himself in the mirror. His children seem to inherit these genetics as well, having fang-like canines. Mythos’ partner also seem to brandish these teeth as well, so seeing this was such a rare item in his eyes. It was oddly intriguing to him.
Elias' heightened sensitivity to coffee scents picked up on the traces of coffee in their other's hot breaths as he pulled away. He couldn't help his legs from quivering at the memory of the journalist feverishly eating him out earlier, desperately lapping up the coffee as if it were his final supper. He let out a cry and moved his hands to his lover's lower back. He did his best to get a firm grasp of that area before harshly shoving Quincy forward against him. Another shout of pleasure ripped from him as he arched his back once more.
He was such a greedy being when it came to these things and Quincy was beginning to pick up on all that.
"Ah!- Elias!-"
This action threw the other off, not having expected to have gone that deep, nor having expected the sudden tightness that gripped down on his dick. The look he got in response nearly made him explode there and then.
Elias' bangs covered up one of his eyes but that didn't mean he couldn't understand the LUST in his gaze. The desperation. His face was knit in a certain manner that made him know that he was doing things according to his plan. He was being used as his plaything and he was perfectly okay with that. As long as he got to see the other in his most intimate moments, he would bend himself to each and every single one of his whims.
Quincy let out a groan, closing his eyes and putting his forehead against Elias'. "You're so filthy, Elias. You know that right?"
Elias gave a frantic nod. "Si- I know-" A soft moan cut him off as he felt a hand harshly grasp cock, his leaking head dripping for attention. He clamped down on the American's length, making him moan out. The younger began to thrust faster, feeling himself growing closer to the end. He wasn't going to last much longer. "Making me eat you out, drinking coffee out of your ass."
He began to kiss down the other's jaw, making his way down his neck and to his shoulder. "What if I end up liking that, huh? Do you want to be woken up by me eating your ass out for coffee?"
A sobbing whimper escaped the brunette as he felt his cock give a hard twitch from that. "As a barista- Fuck!- I-It's my job to- AH!- Make sure my client likes their beverage. No m-matter the conditions!”
Tears freely flowed down the barista’s face from the overstimulation. The harsh thrusts, the other’s cock plowing inside him, the dirty talk. He was bursting at the seams. He began to harshly shove himself down on his boyfriend’s cock, trying to match his rhythm. With the strength he could muster in his arms, he began to once more force the other against him. Loud sobs reverberated from his throat as he didn’t bother to hide his voice. He didn’t care if the whole block or if the store owners next door heard.
Damn them all at this moment. He’ll apologize later with a basket of treats or free coffee or something but right NOW, he needed this man’s cum inside him or he was going to lose it.
Harsh, frantic pants came from both parties, Quincy’s pace beginning to stutter the more his hips burned and the closer he got. Elias let out a feral growl, frightening the other for a moment from how guttural it was. He immediately moved a hand up and harshly grabbed a handful of Quincy’s hair, forcing him to look up at him. “As my number one client, I’ll make sure that you enjoy your coffee and come back for more.”
Elias let out a low growl of satisfaction from that. “But you gotta tip me well first.” With that, he harshly sank his fangs into the pale skin of Quincy’s shoulder, making the journalist cry out in pleasure. He arched his back and immediately let loose. Pleasure-filled purrs came from the Spaniard as he felt that oh-so-familiar cream fill him up. A pathetic sob came from the American as he felt his cock being milked for all its worth. The ruined look he reduced the journalist to was all it took for the spiral in the barista’s stomach to unravel and burst. He whined his name out before taking a moment to slap a hand on the counter to hold himself up with the little strength he had.
Loud pants echoed through the kitchen as tired eyes met one another. Elias gave a small look of disgust to see that his apron was stained with his cum. It was one of his favorite aprons too. He’d just have to wash it a couple more times than usual. He had to admit, at least that was the only thing he was going to have to wash considering his other clothes had been long tossed across the kitchen. Quincy looked down at the apron and gave a sheepish grin. “My bad. I would have told you to take it off but you looked so hot in it.”
Elias gave a lazy hum as he planted a kiss on his forehead. “Nothing a washer and dryer can’t fix.”
Quincy chuckled before giving the Spaniard a quick kiss. “God, when I first saw you, I thought you were such a sweet and innocent guy. But BOY are you so horny and demanding.”
A mischievous grin plastered itself on the barista’s lips. “I haven’t heard you complain yet mi amor. You seem to love me plowing you into the mattress.” He winked, seeing the other turn a dark velvet red. He planted a kiss on Quincy’s lips before pulling away. He let out a tired hum. “You’re taking me to bed. I worked a whole shift and you just killed my pelvis.”
Quincy let out a chuckle. “That’s fair.”