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A Royal Brat and his Bodyguard (RoseThorn)

Kasumii

Kasumii

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May 26, 2022
Location
NY
Name: Aiden Quill
Age: 23
Hair & Eye color: Brown hair, blue eyes
Height | Weight: 5'7" | 125
Birthday: April 7th (Aries)
Appearance
From: USA
Currently: USA

It had been a few years since the young model, Aiden Quill, had hit it big. It was all rather sudden. His manager, Victor Young, had appeared to him when he was only eighteen, running an (at the moment) indie modeling agency. Aiden had been traveling with his older brother, Luca, during summer break when the male spotted him. Without their parents there to stop them, Luca let the stranger take pictures of his brother. The man thought he held a certain beauty, a certain charm, that would make him quite famous. Deep blue eyes stared at him in shock as he made such promises. Yet, he was right.

As luck would have it, his pictures began spreading around the internet. His manager hadn't stopped at just a picture or two, but throughout the weeks and months, he kept having Aiden return to the studio to take more pictures, requiring the young male to move closer to the studio. It appeared to have been worth it. Comment after comment, video post after video, Aiden's photos were suddenly everywhere and people loved him. It was no surprise in this day and age, the internet and how advanced smartphones were, that he became viral. It took a few months, but something, somewhere, clicked and he blew up. Luca once brought up personas many famous people adopted, the two coming up with Prince for the young male. Aiden liked it.

He liked it a little too much. Five years later the fame seemed to get to his head. The tabloids deemed him a royal brat due to his spoiled attitude during some interviews, something Aiden laughed at as he scrolled through his phone. "Can you believe this, Matthew?" He pulled up the article on his little screen and showed the older male. "What a joke!"

Ah, Matthew. The much larger and taller male was the little prince's bodyguard. It was deemed necessary upon Aiden's assault by a crazed fan nearly a year ago. The young male came through mostly unscathed, but his manager required him to accept protection. Protection in the form of rather delicious, handsome Matthew~. Ah, no, Matthew wasn't his first bodyguard, the model having quite a few before him. He wasn't sure why they all quit! Was he simply too hard to handle as a royal brat? Was it his wandering gazes that made them uncomfortable? Or, the way he got a bit too handsy? Whatever the reason was, he was thankful to have Matthew with him now. The man seemed to be lasting longer than the others. He was way more fun than the others, too! Aiden wouldn't have it any other way.

The pair were on their way to another photo shoot. As it was the beginning of December, his team thought it would be best to toss him into some Christmas inspired outfits with a royal theme to them to match his persona. He dearly loved the elegant, regal outfits they managed to find or make for him to model. They made him feel confident, powerful even.

As he was dressed and had his makeup done, he posed, all the while looking longingly toward his bodyguard. The looks went mostly unnoticed by the staff in the room and those that did notice decided to use it for the photos. It would surely rile the girls up when their favorite prince looked at them in such a romantic way through the magazines. Too bad he wouldn't date a single one of them, the prince having eyes only for a certain someone.

A few costume changes later and he was done, the model changing in his dressing room - Matthew by his side, as always. "Mm, I'm tired." He mused softly as he wiped the makeup off of his face with the remover. "What do you say we get outta here? We can find someplace to go. Alone." He teased, grinning toward the male. He had some meeting he had to attend right after the photoshoot, but he wanted to skip it to have some quality time with Matthew.
 
Name: Matthew White
Age: 31
Hair & Eye color: Black hair, green eyes
Height | Weight: 6'4" | 220
Birthday: August 8th (Leo)
Appearance
From: USA
Currently: USA

Matthew White wasn't a stranger to conflict. He'd grown up playing sports from the day he could remember. His dad's dream for him was to accomplish what he couldn't and find himself in the NFL, but Matthew never wanted that for himself. Still, his dad pushed him into every sport he could imagine to find something that might get him the star athlete son he desired. And while Matthew might not have wanted it, he was a star. He succeeded in football, basketball, track and field, wrestling, and even a brief stint in MMA fighting. But each time, he quit before his reputation became too hot. He just didn't want to gain the fame or success that came with it. He preferred the quiet life. So after his last win on his undefeated streak in the MMA ring, he disappeared without telling anyone. He moved from California all the way to New York. Escaping the warmth of the beach side to the cold of the East Coast. And honestly, being alone had been the dream he'd been waiting for all his life. No one to command him to be anything he didn't want to be, no one to rule his life, no one to put their dreams on him.

Then he became a bodyguard and it was like being back at square one. He'd had savings from his wins, but eventually that was bound to run out. When he was thinking of what to work as, he found himself going through a bunch of physical labor jobs. He'd spent some time in construction but he could immediately tell the job would break his body if he spent too long there. So after a year, he ran off and applied for a bouncer position at a night club on the corner of his block. He found that job was easier. Matthew was tall and muscular, so it was easy to intimidate even drunk people that wanted their way. In that position he'd spent most of his time breaking up fights between other people than fighting patrons off himself.

And after that came an opportunity right onto his lap. Aiden Quill's manager needed a new bodyguard for the man and Matthew "deserved better than standing in front of a night club all his life." Or so that man said. Matthew had known Quill's manager as a regular at the club when they were in New York but they weren't friendly and rarely did they speak to each other. A simple nod of acknowledgement was enough to let the man know he could go inside while other patrons were waiting. But now he wanted to promote Matthew to the bodyguard of a model. All the promises of traveling, better pay, less to handle was backed by the fact that Aiden Quill had gone through multiple bodyguards in a short amount of time. The turnover rate was awful.

But that didn't stop Matthew from taking it. If there was anything he knew he could do... he knew that he wasn't going to be pushed away by some spoiled brat.

He'd underestimated Aiden Quill though. He'd imagined nothing but a spoiled brat. Maybe he was abusive even. But no, that wasn't the case. The man was a brat but he was a menace above all else. He teased Matthew like they were close friends. He touched him, taunted him, made it clear he wanted to sleep with him. But it had to be a test, right? Aiden was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. There was a reason he was a model and as popular as he was. Matthew had never even been with men or thought about men in a romantic or sexual sense, but Aiden's beauty transcended that level of physicality. From the moment Matthew laid eyes on Aiden in person, he was attracted to him. And part of him had a feeling his other guards had been too.

So in his mind, this was all a test. Aiden would flirt, grope, tease all to see if he was able to find a guard strong enough to withstand his efforts and take the job seriously. So Matthew stayed reserved and stoic. He didn't react neither negatively or positively to Aiden's teasing. But Aiden pushed and pushed and pushed him hard. Matthew had been close to breaking when Aiden started to request him stay in the room when he brought men with him, making him watch while his model was fucked by these guys that never seemed like they knew what they were doing. None of them could have fucked Aiden like he would have. But the man still moaned and cried out and came from pleasure while Matthew watched. And regularly, they made eye contact during it.

Matthew began pushing guys away after he couldn't take it anymore. He'd let Aiden believe he would be getting lucky that night, then he'd quietly whisper to the men behind his back threats of breaking them apart if they hurt Aiden. Usually it worked, since none of them wanted more than a one night stand to tell their friends about. And it wasn't as simple as a protective threat, it was an aggressive and detailed threat about the bodily harm he'd inflict. Regardless of their intentions, it was enough for them to run away before Aiden had a chance to seduce them further. He needed to get them away from his model.

Yes. His model.

That had helped keep Matthew employed longer. But he could feel his resolve breaking. Aiden was hard to resist.

Matthew watched as stoic as always while Aiden changed after his photoshoot. Matthew was always in awe of how good Aiden looked when he was working. He always looked good, but there was just something else about him when he was working. Like an aura had been activated without him even trying to. He wanted to roll his eyes when Aiden teased him about going somewhere alone. He was always doing things like this.

"You have a meeting right after this, remember? If you skip it, your manager will be very upset with you," he said formally, like the good employee he was reminding Aiden about his schedule. However, he also knew he had no choice. His job was to be a bodyguard, not to keep Aiden on schedule. "But if you prefer, I can call the driver around to take us wherever else you prefer."

It was always this simple. Don't react to the teasing. Aiden wanted to be alone? Sure. Matthew would pretend that he didn't understand the teasing words and what underlying meaning they had. Because he was a good employee that didn't want to be fired because this brat had thought it was funny to get his guards into trouble.
 
No matter how much the model teased and pushed his bodyguard's buttons, the male never once broke. He never gave into the model's deepest, darkest desires. The closest thing the model got, short of getting exactly what he wanted, was asking Matthew to watch as he was screwed by someone else. Just in case the men he slept with decided to hurt him or even worse, end his life. He required Matthew to stick around, to protect him. It was his job, after all. Despite the man's stoic and reserved personality, Aiden was determined to break him.

Victor didn't care as long as Aiden was kept safe. He'd let the model sleep around, much to his dismay. There was no stopping the model. It was easier to let the younger male get his way. He had to thank Aiden, after all, for his rise to fame, allowing his agency to grow; Royal Reflections. All he asked Matthew was to stay close to Aiden and not to give in. He had no plans on firing the bodyguard, knowing it was becoming a problem keeping them - no thanks to his star model.

Aiden was growing anxious, much needier than before. It had been a while since he last had sex, all of his potential bed partners ditching him at the very last moment. He was determined to get some today. Which was why he was skipping his next meeting. He didn't care if it was important. His manager could figure something out if they were to be meeting up with someone. Whatever the case may be!

"He probably wants to congratulate me on something. I don't really care," Aiden shrugged. Still, as much as he acted like was a brat, the younger male still had a heart. He couldn't do his manager dirty like that. Not to the man who gave him his fame (and fortune). "... Tell Victor I felt sick and left early." He said to Matthew, giving the other the job of sending the message. With his face finally clean and his usual black t-shirt and black jeans on he got out of his chair and headed for the door, aiming to leave. He scrolled through his phone, finding someplace to go. What mood was he in? Did he feel like eating? Singing? ...Both?!

Grinning, he got the address to the perfect place and headed out the door, his guard found not too far behind him. He waited for the male to open the car door before he climbed inside. "How about some karaoke?" He flashed a smile to his bodyguard, revealing his plan. With just the two of them in a rather small space, Aiden couldn't think of a better place to attempt a few things. Would he go further than he had before? Kissing the male on the corner of the mouth or groping the other from behind was cute and all but he wanted more. No, he needed it. He told the driver the address, it being familiar to the three in the car. He had to hide a giggle once it dawned on the other male.

Aiden was a regular at Tokyo Sings, a beautiful karaoke bar with many private rooms. They had plenty of food and drinks to choose from, all reasonably priced. Upon arriving it wouldn't take long for them to be seated in a private booth with a few menus in hand. Ah, to be famous~.
 
Matthew knew that he was making Aiden antsy by the fact that he was keeping him from sleeping with other people. He didn't really know the lengths of how much Aiden liked or craved sex, but he didn't really care. He was tired of watching other guys fuck his boy. Listening to Aiden moan for cocks that weren't his and for these adequate guys. He was done with it. And honestly the only guys that would even be considered slightly worthy to him were the ones that would ignore his threats just to fuck Aiden anyway. And they were few and very far between.

Matthew scowled when Aiden told him to tell Victor he'd gotten sick. This was another part o the job he hadn't been told about until he was doing it. Instead of having an assistant follow them around all day to do the menial things that Aiden didn't want to do, Matthew had to do them instead. He took care of setting up reservations and meetings and correspondence between Aiden and his business partners or Victor. It wasn't a hard part of the job, but it wasn't what he signed up for. But, regardless, for as much as he hated it he still did as he was told like the good employee he was.

He sent a text message over to Victor telling him that after the photoshoot Aiden had felt sick and that they wouldn't make the meeting. It was a simple explanation, one that Victor probably wouldn't even believe, but that didn't matter. What Aiden wanted, he got. For the most part at least. And it was was Victor's job to adjust and adapt when the brat refused to budge on things he wanted.

Matthew followed close behind Aiden as he always did when they left, opening the car door for him. He slid in beside him afterwards, looking over when the man revealed he wanted to go to karaoke. He sighed through his nose, already frustrated with Aiden. "Of course, sir," he said through his teeth. "But I will not be participating."

He wanted to make that clear because he knew Aiden would make an attempt to get him to pick up the microphone and he absolutely refused. Matthew White did not sing. Once they arrived, he knew they would immediately be let in. Aiden rarely had to negotiate for anything he wanted. Especially when he was as open about his feelings as he was. The tabloids and readers could call him a brat all they wanted, but he had influence. If an establishment turned him away or gave him a hard time, Matthew didn't doubt that they'd feel repercussions from it.

Once they were inside, Matthew sat down and put the menu down. He already knew he needed to order a drink. A whiskey would do. Something strong. Something he could sip when he needed to get his mind in check. This was going to be a long night, and it hadn't even really started yet.
 
Aiden knew Matthew wasn't his assistant, though it was easier to use the man as one. The brunette refused an actual assistant when Victor brought the idea up. He preferred dealing with one person and one person only - Matthew. The model was fair, however; asking his manager to give the man a raise for doing more work. Victor agreed and gave the explanation to Matthew that it was for putting up with the model's harassment. He deserved a raise for that, too, the model figured.

Another giggle left the model's lips, "Of course you won't."

The ride to Tokyo Sings was a quiet one, Aiden scrolling through his phone, stopping now and then to look out the car window. He took in the sights of the various ways New York decorated the city. Garland wrapped around the city lights, storefront displays filled with a snowy landscape; little toy children dressed in their snow gear, frolicking about, decorating Christmas trees. Aiden soon lowered his phone, his hands resting on his lap as he took it all in, the model getting excited for the upcoming holiday. That was it, he would sing some Christmas songs!

Inside their private booth, Aiden first looked over the drink menu, picking out a few fruity cocktails; some of his favorites! The drink and food menus had a mix of Japanese and American choices. As it was a Japanese-themed karaoke bar it only made sense to offer such items. There were sake and matcha-themed drinks, and many others with a Japanese twist. After putting his drink order through, he moved on to the food.

"Hungry? We can share some stuff," the model asked his guard. He picked out some kushiyaki, skewers with grilled chicken and vegetables. Karaage (fried chicken), korokke (potato croquettes), and some fried vegetable and meat gyoza (dumplings). He ordered a round of sushi, whatever either of them wanted, and put that order through. That would be enough for now to snack on, Aiden thought.

"Mm... We should go for some conveyor belt sushi soon." One of the places that charged by the plate! He could afford it!

Aiden busied himself with setting up the karaoke. He messed around with the lighting in the room, making it dimmer with a blue light effect. He then flipped through the songs, finding a few he wanted to sing. He was in a Christmas mood so he skipped those for now, scrolling on. He grinned seeing Santa Baby on the list, the model saving it for a little later when he was a little less than sober, along with "Baby, It's Cold Outside" - a duet! He would get Matthew to sing with him! Seeing the selection of Christmas-related songs he settled on one to start with, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." Starting off strong!

Halfway through his second song, their drinks and eventually their food came. Aiden finished his song and quickly joined Matthew at the table to get his drink. He switched between drinking his first glass and eating some of the food. He tried to joke around with Matthew, anything to break his serious demeanor.

"Mm, you're so handsome when you're so damn serious." Fourth glass in and he was leaning particularly too close to the older male. "If you don't wanna sing with me, then how about I give you a little show instead?" He mused, putting his master plan in motion. He got up and went over to the television to pick up the tablet he left by it. He scrolled through the many songs until he found "Santa Baby." He put it on, grabbed the microphone, and began to sing.

"Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good ~boy~
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight"

He emphasized the word boy as he switched the gender in the lyric. He continued, swaying his hips as he sauntered over to the male, climbing into Matthew's lap, and straddling him. He again emphasized a certain part:

~Think of all the fun I've missed~
~Think of all the fella's that I haven't kissed~
Next year I could be just as good
If you check off my Christmas list

He knew in some way that Matthew was the reason he hadn't been able to get laid lately. He was determined to change that. He slipped off of his lap, dropped the microphone, and began to undo the man's pants. He undid his belt, the button, and undid the zipper, eventually pulling Matthew's length out fully. He admired it for a moment, his eyes wide, a hungry look in them. He licked his lips and slowly began to stroke him before ducking down and giving the head a lick. He swirled his tongue around the head before wrapping his plump lips around it, giving it a nice suck before pulling off. "Still wanna resist me?" He questioned the male, tongue darting out to give him another lick, this time along the entire underside of his length. He couldn't hide his grin, the model finally getting his way.
 
Matthew didn’t really care much for the holidays as much as others did. His holidays were usually spent alone or working. But he would admit that New York was gorgeous in the winter and especially for Christmas. He kept his eyes peeled while they drove to the karaoke building. Even though they were in a moving car, Matthew never relaxed. He didn’t pull out his phone or take in all the pretty lights like Aiden did. He just focused on making sure no one was following them or waiting for them when they got there. It was simple to tell the driver to go somewhere else or to turn if he needed to. But thankfully, they had no such problems today.

Once they were inside, Matthew made sure he ordered the drink that he wanted but let Aiden take over the rest. At the end of the day, he was an employee and as much as Aiden did try to accommodate him, he wasn’t the type to be picky about the food he ordered. He’d snack on a few things and keep sipping at the drink in his hand every time that he had a thought of shoving Aiden down and fucking him against the seat for how annoying he was being and how stupidly hot he looked setting up his songs and singing. He was on his fourth drink by the time Aiden was on his second.

“Whatever you want to eat, I’ll eat it. Conveyor sushi is expensive though,” he told Aiden as if he didn’t already know. He was sure Aiden was already planning on trying every plate on the belt.

Luckily he switched from Whiskey to one of the fruity drinks Aiden ordered, knowing that they wouldn’t get him as wasted as the stronger drinks would. But despite his best efforts, the growing annoyance and lust he had for Aiden was getting in the way of his rational thinking. And soon he was six drinks in and his cheeks were flushed while he watched Aiden. He rolled his eyes when Aiden called him handsome, scowling at Aiden. Even if he was definitely getting drunk now, he wasn’t letting up. He was a serious employee, and he wasn’t going to let a few drinks ruin that. God, why did he even drink on the job? He knew better. But if he didn’t, he definitely would have let his frustrations get the better of him.

“Aiden-“ he started in a growl when the man suggested he perform for him. But he couldn’t stop the model from getting up and singing some stupid Christmas song while he changed all the lyrics to fit his own situation. Matthew felt himself growing hard before he could stop himself. Fucking whiskey dick. He swallowed hard, transfixed on watching Aiden as he moved until he moved into his lap. He looked up at Aiden but refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. His hands stayed at his side and he face remained set in stone as if he was completely unaffected and his cock wasn’t rock hard under him.

And then the man was on the ground between his knees before he could stop him. “Aiden!” he hissed. It was stupid. He could have stopped him if he really wanted to, but Matthew let the model unzip his pants and pull his cock out. His rock hard, nine inch cock that was already throbbing from Aiden’s teasing. Matthew hadn’t exactly been getting laid either. Nobody could attract him like Aiden did.

"Fuck, Aiden, stop," he said in his final act of determined willpower. He bit his lip as Aiden stroked and licked him, letting out a breath. He almost kept his composure until the brat teased him.

The way he licked up his entire length and questioned him, grinning. That was it. Fuck the job. He'd tried his best. But this guy was insufferable. He finally let out a growl as his hand reached forward and grabbed Aiden by the hair, holding it tight as he pulled him away from his cock, tilting his head back. "You know what?" he said, leaning over Aiden with an angry look full of fire. "You have got to be the most insufferable..." he grabbed his own cock with his strong hand and slapped it hard over Aiden's face and lips. "Annoying," another smack across his cheek with his cock. "And impossible boss to work for. I don't even give a fuck anymore," he growled, slapping him over and over again with his hard cock. "You want my cock so bad? Beg for it."

He held Aiden by his hair, forcing his head back far enough while he held his own cock away that Aiden couldn't reach it if he tried, staring down at him as he waited for an answer.
 
Aiden liked that, Matthew shared his food interests. He didn't mind eating the same things as him which made it easy for the model to order food. Rather, perhaps the male simply settled with whatever the model got. In any case, Matthew and Aiden indulged together; the model was thrilled to share in the moment. It almost felt like a date~! He made no comment to the mention of his choice of sushi being expensive. Sure, the male could be trying to help him budget. Sometimes Aiden was a tad loose with his money. He was trying to be better about it lately.

Serious as ever, Matthew made no move to stop him. The model didn't give up, diving right in to claim his prize. He was surprised to find the male already hard, thoughts swimming in his mind at the revelation. It made it much easier for Aiden to nearly swallow him whole. He still wasn't stopped as he worked his cock, moaning softly around it. He was already growing hard himself.

Despite his verbal plea for the model to stop, the younger male ignored his words. That was until he felt a strong hold on his head, the hand gripping around the strands tightly and pulling him off of his length. Aiden gasped, wincing as the pressure on his hair pulled so harshly - so nicely. He was quite surprised, wide blue eyes staring up at his guard as the force tilted his head back to look at the other, his hands resting on the others knees. He couldn't hide the moan that escaped, the pain getting to him. "Mnn... I didn't know you had it in you." He quickly fell quiet as his guard reprimanded him. The male slapped him here and there with his cock, Aiden melting under the touch and treatment he received. He licked his lips, both to wet them and to get a small taste when his cock landed there. "Ooh..." He groaned softly, his own cock growing much harder, throbbing. The bit of humiliation was so nice, so desperately needed as he felt himself shrink, submitting.

A whine left his lips as he was held further back, the model resisting some to feel the pain surge through him, forcing a twitch to his length. His guard wanted him to beg? Fine, he would beg, alright!

"God damn, you look so beautiful when you're angry." He couldn't help himself as he stared a little too long at the male's features, his guard finally showing some emotion. "Please," he whimpered, "Please give me your cock. I want it... so badly!" Really, the other had no idea just how badly the model wanted it; or perhaps he did? Just how badly he wanted his bodyguard. "Please, please," he continued begging, "fuck me with your cock." He stared into the male's eyes, a pleading, hungry look to them. His hands finally settled down, resting in his own lap. He could behave; he could submit to the other.
 
Matthew scowled at his model when the man told him he didn't think he had it in him, his grip tightening. There was a lot Aiden didn't know about him. He had been the silent and easy to order around bodyguard for awhile now. And he had been fine with that. He would converse with Aiden but all without giving too many details of his own life or emotion. He was there to agree, nod his head, and protect him. That was all he needed to worry about until now. He wasn't going to let this guy suck his cock and get away with it for free. No, if he was going to get fired for having relations with his boss, then he was going to go out with a bang and show this model that he couldn't just play with anyone he wanted to.

He couldn't believe the man was even resisting the movement he forced him to have. He knew he must be hurting him but it was like he didn't even care. Like he... liked it. He stared down at Aiden with curiosity in his eyes before he suddenly called him beautiful. The word beautiful had absolutely never been used to describe him. It was enough to nearly make him let go of Aiden, but he didn't. Instead his eyes just widened for a moment before he fell back into his dominance.

And then Aiden did it. The haughty prince of modeling was on his knees and begging for his cock. He wanted him to fuck his throat. He was absolutely starving for it and he looked like it. Matthew couldn't help it. He grinned. He almost laughed. It was such irony and insanity that he thought he might have gone into an alcohol induced coma. He bit his lip for a moment, tilting his head as if he were thinking about it. Then he finally responded. "Hmm... I don't know," he mumbled as he forcefully pulled Aiden back in and began rubbing the shaft of his cock against his face, thrusting slowly against it.

"I don't think you've earned..." he mumbled as he pushed Aiden down further and further until he reached his heavy balls. "Show me how much you want it," he growled, pulling him in forcefully again so that his mouth and nose were suffocated by his sack.
 
This sudden change in his guard's personality greatly intrigued the model. One moment the male was as serious as ever, the next he was making the model beg for his cock. Oh, what a twist! The perfect Christmas present! It would take a lot for anyone to top this. He was learning more about the guard than ever before. Aiden was quite pleased, his guard was a dominant man, something he adored. He loved for his partners to force him to submit to them. As his guard prevented him from sleeping with others lately, he was desperately craving this.

Unbeknownst to the model, his guard believed he was getting fired right after this. Oh, how Aiden wanted to reassure him, to prove him wrong. For now, he watched the other closely, a small grin forming as he noted the surprised expression. "Hmm? What was that?" He mused. "Never been called beautiful before?" Did his guard like it? He would shower him with as many compliments as he wanted to hear. As he needed it.

He was suddenly brought back down toward the male's crotch, Aiden hesitant to take the other in his mouth. Matthew wasn't pleased with his plea which meant the model couldn't indulge. Not yet. A small hum left his throat, Aiden more than tempted to stick his tongue out for a taste. He held back, allowing the male to rub himself against his face. It was growing harder for Aiden to resist, yet the moment he was given the word, he opened his mouth as much as he could while buried. He licked along his balls, popping one into his mouth and sucking lightly.

He shifted in place, wanting to move his head, just enough to speak. "Please," he whispered, "you can fuck me. You can fuck my mouth. Whatever you want. I'm all yours." For the next half hour or so, anyway. They were still in a public place, the safety of their private booth allowing them a bit of privacy. He wasn't sure if there were cameras in the rooms for cases such as these. He was once more thankful for his status, the staff was most likely upset that sexual things were happening in the booth - if they were watching. They couldn't do much lest they get a bad review from someone with such influence. They wouldn't want to ruin their business.
 
Matthew glared at Aiden when he questioned if he'd ever been called beautiful before. He wasn't the type to react, and he didn't dare deign Aiden with one, but if Aiden paid close attention he'd notice just the slightest bit of pink on Matthew's cheeks. It wasn't that the man was shy. He was far from it. But for some reason the man he'd been silently lusting over and attracted to calling him a word that he'd never had used to describe him actually made his heart flutter for a moment. But this was also the same man that was causing him to lose his livelihood. So he couldn't get too soft on him.

He groaned and leaned his head in pleasure as Aiden finally used his mouth on his sack. He bit his lip and held Aiden in place to make sure the brat didn't break the rules and try to pull his cock back into his mouth. He stared down at Aiden, transfixed by the sight of such a beautiful man wrapping his mouth around his balls. Fuck. This was so much better than any of the girls he'd ever been with before. And Aiden was so much hotter than any of them.

He bit his lip when Aiden begged more, telling him that he could do whatever he wanted to him. He licked his lips and kept Aiden there for a moment longer. Matthew didn't care if they were being watched on the cameras that might be in the room. What did it matter for him? Aiden wouldn't be his concern after today regardless and as for him, what did it matter if he got exposed? He'd just move somewhere else and go back to working some nobody job. No, they could all watch him use this bratty model's throat all they wanted. He finally pulled Aiden back up his body roughly, far enough that he could lean down to be face to face with him.

"You're such a fucking slut... all those times I thought you were just playing it up for those guys, but that's really you isn't it?" he grinned wickedly, shaking his head. "Fine. Suck my fucking cock," he growled out, pushing him back down and this time directly onto his cock. If Aiden didn't open his mouth, Matthew would just thrust and rub his cock all over his face until he was able to fit it into his mouth, not wasting anytime to thrust down his throat until Aiden might gag. He wouldn't abuse his throat and make him gag so violently he might get sick, but he'd at least give him some punishment to keep him gagging and stopping him from breathing long enough for him to see how serious he was.
 
Aiden wasn't sure if the twinge of pink he saw in Matthew's cheeks was from the drink or if he was actually having a reaction to his comment. The model wanted to go with the latter, though he just wasn't sure.

The model was more than pleased to do whatever for his guard. He wanted him and he wanted the male to use him. Abuse him, even. He yelped as he was suddenly pulled up, drool falling from the corner of his mouth. Wide eyes stared into green, they were so close... A shiver ran through his body at the slut comment, his cheeks flushing. "You thought I was playing?" He was surprised. "I don't play. I get exactly what I want - and I want you. Now. Make me your bitch." He managed to say before he was forcefully shoved down the male's cock. A gasp escaped him, muffled by the thickness that managed to intrude his mouth.

His eyes clenched for a moment out of surprise from the suddenness. He choked, gagging initially. Whenever the other allowed him a second to adjust, if he ever would, the model would take it. Until then, he made minor adjustments, properly wrapping his mouth around him and relaxing his throat to allow further intrusion. Butterflies fluttered in a pit in his stomach, happiness swelling. He was so happy, happy to finally be used by the one he lusted after for so long. He would have to repay the favor to Victor for hiring the perfect man for him.

He could feel it, Matthew was all his. The man was using his mouth and throat exactly as he wanted, punishing him so sweetly. Perhaps the euphoria he felt was from lightheadedness? Aiden winced, eyes fluttering open to stare up at the taller male, the model struggling to breathe. As this was exactly what Aiden had been looking for in a partner, it took a moment longer for him to realize the other may be serious - angry even. It wasn't playtime. Still, he felt too good to care, absolutely willing to pass out under his manipulations. He was safe, he was with his bodyguard.
 
Matthew wanted so badly to completely deny Aiden everything he wanted after he said he got what he wanted. The brat didn't deserve everything he wanted. And the look on his face if he just pulled away and told Aiden to so desperate would just be amazing. But for as much as Matthew wanted it, he'd never get another chance like this again. He might as well use it to get off.

He grinned when he at least got the man to shut up by forcing him down his cock, biting his lip and looked down at him struggle. He let him struggle to breathe. Watching as his face turned red from the lack of air, even waiting for a tear or two if he was lucky. Then he'd pull Aiden off of him so that he could gasp for breath for just a moment before he'd push him right back down to struggle again. Then he'd pull him back up, repeating the process over and over again but trying to make sure Aiden wouldn't pass out from the struggling. He didn't want to have to fuck an unconscious man's throat just to get off.

Finally, after he felt Aiden had struggled and been punished enough. He pushed him back down, he didn't hold him down anymore. Instead he placed both hands on the model's head and began to fuck up into his mouth. "Fuck... you've got such a nice mouth," he groaned as his head fell back, his thrusts pushing his cock deep into Aiden's throat and pulling it out just a bit to give him short but deep thrusts. "About time it got better use than all the fucking talking you do."
 
Something, whatever it was, clicked in the model's head and he melted like putty in his guard's hands. Over and over again he teased him, forcing him down harshly onto his cock before pulling back up - only for a short moment, barely long enough for the model to get air. He was down again, pliant, as relaxed as he could make his throat. When the male appeared to be done punishing him, he was given a good view of the model's red face and his puffy, swollen lips. Hints of blue peeking between heavily lidded eyes. Aiden was in bliss.

Aiden's eyes widened some when he felt the pressure on his head lessen, the male using much less force. No, no, he didn't want this to be over! They were just getting started!

The panic was short-lived as his guard adjusted and began fucking his mouth. Aiden checked himself, making sure that his throat was nice and relaxed for his guard. His eyes softened as he noted the other's head roll back, a swell of satisfaction filling him. He was able to do that for Matthew, he was able to give the man pleasure! He couldn't help but moan, sending vibrations around the length that filled his throat.

At that particular comment, the model's eyes narrowed into a glare as he looked up at him. How he would have loved to berate him for saying such a thing! Alas, his throat was far too busy for such matters. It felt good, very good when his throat was used so nicely. He wouldn't have minded if he got even rougher with him. His hands slowly came up, resting atop Matthew's knees. Mentally, he had given himself the rule that he wasn't allowed to touch, especially without permission. He couldn't help himself. He wanted to touch the other, to feel connected to him. He wanted Matthew.
 
Matthew could tell that despite the fact that he was punishing Aiden... the man seemed to love it. He just looked like he was in absolute bliss the entire time that Matthew used his throat. He never fought him, never pulled away, never made Matthew stop or even begged him to. He was trying to put him in his place, but the man just never seemed to mind it. Maybe this really was what Aiden had always wanted. Maybe he needed someone to put him in his place the way Matthew was willing to do now.

Matthew wasn't kidding when he said Aiden had a nice mouth. It was easily the best he'd ever felt. Matthew knew his cock was big. Not just objectively, but because he'd been told it was big by women his entire life. Every hook up he had was filled with comments about his size and not all of them were compliments but more fear, complaints and cries about how it wouldn't fit in their mouths or inside of them. But Aiden took him like a champ. Even when he gagged or choked, he never stopped trying and he kept relaxing his throat further and further. He even moaned around him.

Matthew didn't pull away when Aiden put his hands on his knees without permission, but he loved how he glared. For as annoying as this bratty model was, Matthew had always found it a little endearing even if he'd never admit to that. He grinned as he continued to fuck Aiden's mouth a bit longer, his hips driving up over and over again without relenting. He'd always been an athlete, so Matthew's stamina was out of this world.

He started to fuck deeper, as deep as he could get in Aiden's throat as his breathing quickened. "Fuck... fuck..." he groaned as he gripped Aiden's hair hard again, pulling him up and down like a sex toy to use. "I'm gonna fucking cum... fuck... fuck!" he growled out in pleasure before he finally came, shooting deep in Aiden's throat. "You'd better swallow every drop!" he growled out as he fucked Aiden's throat through his orgasm, shooting hot cum in his mouth and over again without his hips stuttering for even a moment. The orgasm felt like it went on much longer than Aiden's other partners had. Whether Matthew just came a lot or he was just pent up, even Matthew didn't know right now.

Even once Matthew stopped releasing cum, he still kept thrusting slowly into Aiden's mouth for a bit longer before he finally released his head and fell back against the couch, panting quietly as his head fell back.
 
While Matthew fucked his mouth and throat, pleasuring himself with the model's upper half, his lower half was begging to be used and played with. He was tempted over and over to touch himself, to pull his dick out and jerk himself off. He held back, determined to behave, to be oh so obedient for his guard. His Matthew.

Aiden could feel himself falling for the other, the younger male certain of it. Or was it the drink making him think such things? Matthew was exactly what he had been wanting, the others that screwed him could never compare. Matthew was willing to put him in his place and hurt him, to use him as he pleased. The model could feel himself wanting nothing but the other, to explore the older male and see what else he could do. He was rather pleased he had skipped his meeting for this. He would skip all the meetings and photoshoots if it meant being with his guard.

Sure, he struggled some taking the absolute unit of his cock. Aiden did his best, even as he had trouble, he thought it only added to his charm and the pleasure he could give Matthew. He could sense the change as his throat was fucked, the other's breathing quickening, telling him he was close, along with the verbal cues. Aiden didn't change a thing he did, not wanting to stop his release. He mentally prepared to take his load, Aiden certainly not expecting just how much of a load it was. His eyes slid shut, the pleasure hitting him at the tugging to his scalp. He obeyed, taking nearly every last drop, some spilling out of the corner of his mouth.

As his orgasm lasted much longer, he glanced up at Matthew, nearly ready to tug him off. The hot cum ceased dribbling out of his length, the male still using his mouth. Oh, oh god. He loved it, simply being just a cock warmer. As the male finally released his hold on the model's head, Aiden wanted nothing more than to do that again. Very soon, he hoped. The other's cock slid out of his mouth and Aiden leaned forward, panting hard and heavy as he could finally properly breathe.

"Mmn, fuck..." He groaned happily, nuzzling his head gently into the male's inner thigh. A timer that had been set earlier had gone off then, alerting the two that their session was over. He still needed to get off, leaving Aiden with the only obvious solution. "Come on, we're going. Now." He demanded as he carefully stood, waiting for the other to fix himself up before he grabbed his hand and led him out the booth's door and through the entrance to his car. He nearly shoved Matthew inside before getting in himself, telling the driver to take him home. Aiden was thankful that Matthew wasn't sober, making dragging him to the model's apartment much easier.

Upon arriving home he made sure to hold onto the other's hand, not wanting him to leave the model, as they made their way to the elevator, up to his penthouse. He had access to a private rooftop that included a pool, too. Oftentimes when Aiden slept around, he preferred going to a hotel. Other times he held parties on the rooftop. Only then did he sleep with someone who caught his eye in his apartment. It wouldn't be the first time Matthew had been in Aiden's apartment, the male always required to be by his side. Still, this time it felt special. The private elevator took them straight to his door, Aiden once again dragging the male inside and to his bedroom.

"You're gonna finish what you started," Aiden said, nearly pushing the male onto his king-sized mattress, the model climbing into his lap. "Come on. Make me yours." He demanded, grinning down at the other.
 
Matthew groaned as Aiden pulled off of his cock, the length still rock hard as it slid from his mouth to slap against his abdomen. He looked down at Aiden as he felt the model nuzzle his thigh like he hadn't just been choking him with his cock. He seemed so happy that Matthew couldn't help but grin drunkenly down at him. He was such a mess of a man and Matthew hadn't realized just how much until now. He'd seen him with other men but no one had dared treat the royal model the way he was now. Not that it mattered. Those guys always were looking for another night or even better, a relationship, with Aiden. So they were nice, they focused on his pleasure, and they let him take control. But Matthew knew that he wouldn't get another chance with Aiden.

He frowned, looking up when he heard a timer going off. He'd completely forgotten that they'd even had a certain amount of time in this room. He looked up as Aiden stood, frowning as he demanded they go. Right. He was still an employee until he was fired. He grumbled a few incoherent things but he fixed his pants and shoved his cock inside regardless. He growled as Aiden grabbed his hand, looking over at him as he was dragged out. At any point he could have stood his ground and made Aiden release him, but he was drunk and didn't care anymore. He just grumbled about Aiden being annoying, bratty, too pushy and a bad boss.

Once they were at Aiden's apartment, Matthew huffed. "What are we doing here..." he mumbled drunkenly before he was pushed onto the mattress. He frowned, looking up as Aiden climbed into his lap. He glared up at Aiden. "I don't have to," he said. "You've always been mine."

With that, he reached up and pulled Aiden down into a deep and passionate kiss. He moved his other hand down to Aiden's ass and gripped it in his hand, squeezing it as he pulled him close so that their bodies were pressed against each other. He ground his hips up, dry humping Aiden as he made out with him. He used his tongue, pressing into Aiden's mouth to wrap around his tongue and clash against his. He moaned into his mouth, letting it last for a long while before he'd finally pull back. He put both of his hands on Aiden's waist and picked him up with ease before setting him back down on the ground.

"Get naked. And then you'll undress me," he ordered him, leaning back on his elbows on the bed to watch Aiden.
 
Aiden could only laugh as the other tossed rebukes his way. Settled into Matthew's lap the model perked up at the other's words, his eyes lighting up. "Hmm~ What was that?" He mused, tilting his head to the side. "Could it be, you've always had a thing for me~?" He hummed in approval, fantasies suddenly filling his drunken mind. He was then pulled into a kiss, Aiden groaning softly into it. He happily parted his lips, allowing that tongue to clash against his and play with it. He couldn't hold back the sounds the other caused him to make, Aiden panting lightly into the kiss. He moved his tongue, mapping out the inside of his mouth, rubbing against his tongue.

He found it difficult to control his hips as Matthew moved, grinding so sweetly against him. A whimper fell from Aiden's lips swollen, plump lips; the loss of the other so sudden. "No, mnn, please," he begged softly.

He felt weak as he was placed onto his feet, his legs feeling like jelly. He shivered, the order given adding to his pleasure. He quickly obeyed, shaky hands pulling his shirt off. He kicked his shoes off before pulling his pants and boxers down, revealing his very hard erection. He paused, grinning over to Matthew as he stood before him, fully nude. It wasn't the first time the other had seen him naked, nor would it be the last time if Aiden had his way. Judging from Matthew's earlier confession, the man wanted the same.

Another shiver ran through Aiden's body, between the sudden chill from being nude, to that beautiful, piercing gaze watching him. It was too damn hot, his cock aching to be touched, for release. This sexy man... would be the death of him.

Aiden stepped closer to the bed, a knee resting between Matthew's legs as he leaned forward. He paused, an absolutely hot idea crossing his mind. "May I have permission to touch you... Sir?" He couldn't help it, a grin forming on his lips. He tried to hide it, though he adorably failed. He waited for the word, obedient as ever for his guard, before he even laid a hand on him. He started with the man's suit jacket, pulling it off followed by his shirt, Aiden slowly unbuttoning each button, one at a time. Once that garment was removed he moved onto his pants, undoing the belt and the button. He pulled them off along with the man's boxers, nudging his hip softly as a hint for the other to raise them to allow Aiden to pull them down.

As the man's cock was in full view once again, Aiden couldn't help but admire it. The very thing that was abusing his mouth and throat just moments ago... God, it was so big! How did he manage that?! He almost wanted to take him in his mouth once again, but he was desperate to be fucked. It was about damn time he got some! After weeks of Matthew cock blocking him...!

He did exactly as he was ordered. Aiden patiently waited for his next order, continuing the little game they had both started. Even drunk, he was eager to please and obey.
 
Matthew didn't dare give Aiden a response to his teasing question about always having a thing for him. It wasn't that simple of a yes or no answer. Had he always had a thing for Aiden? From the moment he first saw Aiden in person, he'd been able to understand his fame. The guy was beautiful. But he was annoying and bratty and Matthew found himself rolling his eyes more than he was excited to come to work every day. But eventually, Matthew's perspective of him had begun to shift. The annoying tendencies he had started to become endearing traits of his. Matthew didn't show it, god forbid he ever encourage the man, but he found himself silently smirking behind his back during his rants and frustration. And eventually, Aiden became his. He didn't know it and Matthew never announced it. But Aiden was his. No one else could do for him what Matthew could.

Hearing Aiden beg to keep making out made Matthew's cock twitch in excitement, but he didn't give him what he wanted. He settled back and watched Aiden undress with shaky hands, licking his lips as he gave him his utter attention to watch him undress. The first time he'd seen Aiden naked, Matthew had realized he was attracted to men. He'd never had the issue of questioning his sexuality before. But that first time he saw Aiden undress and saw him take a cock, Matthew had been rock hard the entire night. He'd tried not to watch, but he couldn't help it. Aiden was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He transcended any idea of sexuality Matthew had before.

When Aiden called him sir, requesting permission to touch him, Matthew drew a breath in. This guy drove him crazy. "You may," he told him, but his voice was stern in warning. As if he were telling Aiden that if he wasn't good, he'd take that permission away. He saw that grin on his lips, he knew he was enjoying this, but he couldn't make him think he was the one in control. He bit his lip as Aiden undressed him, watching him the entire time. He helped him when he needed it, raising his hips or moving his arms to let Aiden pull his clothes off without having to fight with him about it. He saw how Aiden stared at his cock as if he were surprised by the sight of it, grinning quietly to himself as he tilted his head.

He reached down and slowly stroked his cock a few times in front of Aiden, letting him watch before he motioned to the bed with his head. "Lay on your back and hook your arms under your legs. Pull them up to your shoulders so your ass is spread for me," he ordered him sternly.

Now he was going to show Aiden what he'd been missing.
 
As Aiden quietly watched the male he would have loved to delve into his mind, to know what exactly he was thinking when he looked at him. He would love to know what went through his mind at all times, to see the world through Matthew's eyes. He couldn't help but look in admiration. His eyes raked over his naked form, taking in every delicious detail of his built body. Aiden was aware of Matthew's sports history, things making a lot more sense with how much stamina the man had. Whenever Matthew wasn't with him, did he sleep around? Perhaps not at the level of the model. But did the male date? Did he have his eye on anyone? Besides the model. He wanted to laugh at that, a quiet little giggle. On the outside, he simply smiled.

"My beautiful, handsome, sexy guard..." He couldn't help it. He could feel himself growing obsessed. The other played along with his game, permitting him to touch - only if he was good. It could be taken away at any moment. He almost liked to think even if he behaved it could still be taken back, forcing him to do his absolute best to obey his guard's every word, every command. The other made it easy on him to strip him of his confining suit. He nearly froze upon watching his guard stroke himself, the model slowly licking his lips. It took every fiber of his being not to jump his guard.

He swallowed hard hearing the next command, the tone of his voice driving him crazy. To be so exposed in front of Matthew~. It wasn't the first time, no. The male had seen him getting fucked by others, his body on full display then. This was the first time the guard wouldn't only be watching, but taking the model for himself. Pulling his gaze from that beautiful cock, the model finally moved, climbing atop his large bed beside Matthew. Upon reaching the pillows he turned over onto his back. He did exactly as requested, the model raising his legs and hooking his arms underneath his legs, pulling them as far back as he could. Being in such a position, completely exposed and eager for his guard to touch, was driving the model crazy. His erection rested on his stomach, the tip dripping pre, the liquid smearing on his belly.

He was afraid if he touched himself now that he would end up cumming. He was crazily aroused, his spread legs doing nothing to help the situation. "Fuck, please, S-Sir," he stuttered, his arousal becoming overwhelming. He wanted to rest his head back on the pillows, but he didn't want to tear his gaze away from his guard. "You've got a lot of making up to do, you know," he pointed out, a shaky grin forming on his lips.
 
Matthew swallowed hard when Aiden taunted him with compliments. If he were sober, he never would have had a reaction. It was part of his talent to keep from reacting to Aiden. But now that he was drunk, there was an impossible light graze of pink that brushed his cheeks when Aiden spoke to him like that. He tried to betray how his heart quickened with glares and teasing him by keeping him in his control. But god it was hard to resist him with the alcohol running through his blood. But what better way to make Aiden really feel like Matthew owned him like forcing him to expose himself in one of the most vulnerable positions ever?

He watched Aiden crawl onto the bed, his eyes full of fire as he stared at Aiden get into position. The sight of him on his back the way he was was enough to nearly make him cum untouched. He stared at him, swallowing hard as his mouth suddenly felt dry. He licked his lips, looking up towards Aiden's face when he stuttered out his begging pleas. He scoffed when Aiden even told him he had a lot of making up to do, tilting his head as he moved between his legs. He let the shaft of his cock rest on Aiden's asshole and the head rested in the space between his balls, his hands moving down to hold Aiden's legs even further down against the bed.

"I have making up to do? You're lucky I'm willing to fuck you at all," he taunted him, slowly starting to rub his cock back and forth against his hole. "Because I could handcuff your arms to your legs just like this and leave you here for anyone to find. Just exposed and horny all night without anyone here to give you what you want. And you think I have making up to do?" he taunted him, grinning as he gripped Aiden's legs tightly, leaning further over him so they were face to face and Aiden could feel his breath on his lips. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous," in reality, he thought this was the last time he'd ever get to touch Aiden. "I'm going to make you cum until you can't take it anymore and you're begging me to stop," he challenged him.

He moved suddenly then, pulling away from Aiden only for his head to dive between his legs. He wanted to make Aiden feel good. But more than that, he wanted to make him feel so good that he couldn't handle it anymore. He wanted him to beg, cry, plead for him to stop making him cum. So Matthew let his tongue dip down and swipe over his hole once, resting soon after to make Aiden crave another touch. He blew softly on his hole to make him even more sensitive before he swiped his tongue again, and again. Then he paused again, making the man crave it.

"Don't you dare touch your cock," he ordered him. "Keep holding your legs just like that."

With that final order, he dove in. He kissed Aiden's hole and started to lick him more and more, running his tongue over his hole up and down until the tip of his tongue began to press inside of him.
 
Aiden swallowed hard as that larger, stronger form climbed into the bed and approached him. A soft gasp left him feeling his huge cock press against his hole, Aiden dying for it to be inside of him, for it to be pounding away at his body. The fantasies drove him crazy, the male letting his mind wander. Another gasp escaped, his legs bent further back, Aiden feeling much more exposed. "You'd be fucking me every day if I had my way," he said with a grin, taunting him right back. His breathing hitched in his throat at the mention of being restrained. By his Matthew~. Left to be found by whoever wandered inside, left alone, horny, all night... "How naughty of you. To think my guard had such devious ideas... for his model." He had to add the last part.

They were so close, that hot breath caressing his lips, the model wanting to lean in and steal a kiss. He held back, his grin not disappearing at his guard's threats. "Is that a promise?" He teased. "Don't disappoint me." One second they were so close, the next his guard disappeared between his legs, teasing his hole with his tongue. "Matthew," he hummed with a gasp, "Mmn!" He panted. "Please," he pleaded with a moan.

Aiden fell quiet as the order was given. He was tempted to defy, mostly because he felt he couldn't take it anymore. The teasing was too much. "Please," he pleaded again. "Fuck me, please~!" He cried out as he was finally touched. That mouth and tongue danced along his hole, gently poking here and there. He wanted to reach down, to tangle his fingers in those soft locks, to hold his head down for more.

"Ah!" That tongue slipped inside the tight ring of muscles, Aiden willed his body to relax to accept the intrusion. "Yes~" he hissed softly. His soft cries picked up as that tongue played inside of him. Just by being in him, he was close to his prostate, Aiden eager for it to be touched and played with.
 
Matthew wanted to roll his eyes when Aiden told him that he'd have him fucking him every day. The things this guy said just to get to him always got more intense every single day, but Matthew didn't believe him. Aiden was the type of guy to say anything to rile him up. Of course, right now was the time for him to actually believe him for once but his drunken mind and the way he was set on his inevitable firing made him decide that there was no way for him to be serious. He did feel something course through him when Aiden declared himself his model just like Matthew had said he was. A warmth in his gut he wasn't used to feeling.

When Aiden demanded he not disappoint him, Matthew scoffed. As if he would ever. He groaned as Aiden begged. He was tempted to give him exactly what he wanted too, but that would be too good for him. He didn't deserve to be fucked yet. Matthew wanted to make a mess of him first, and he had the perfect idea for it. The perfect idea to turn Aiden into the humiliating image that he deserved to be. He moved his tongue inside of Aiden, moaning at the taste of him as he pressed deeper inside of him.

Matthew slowly started to move Aiden, grabbing his hips and pulling them up to meet his tongue so that he could fuck Aiden on his tongue by the movements of his hips. As he twisted and moved his tongue inside of Aiden, Matthew began lifting himself up and pushing Aiden further back until the man was laying mostly on his upper back and shoulders. He looked down at Aiden, making sure that he was in a position that his own cock was aimed for his face before he pressed his tongue even deeper and pressed it against the man's prostate. He moaned as he started to eagerly fuck Aiden with his tongue, eager to make him cum untouched right onto his own face and make a mess of himself.
 
Aiden was quickly coming undone by Matthew's hands. From his earlier face fucking turning him on, how dominant and harsh his guard was on him, he felt he would cum any second now. He needed the other to play with him, to toss him right over the edge. He could feel the other moaning as his tongue rubbed along his inner walls, the thought alone driving him absolutely crazy. His guard was enjoying rimming him. He was getting off on it. "Fuck, fuck, Mathew~" the model mewled, crying out louder as that tongue finally hit that bundle of nerves.

It helped when his guard shifted him, moving his hips in time with the thrust of his tongue. He was getting tongue fucked by his guard and he could feel himself slowly tipping. "Matthew!" He screamed, the model not bothering to hide his voice. They were at the very top of the building, there was no one to bother them. He almost didn't even notice his guard moving him further back until he felt cool air brushing against the exposed skin. His body was tilted backward, just enough that his cock pointed right in his pretty face.

"O-Oh, you devious little..." He was cut off by a moan as that tongue reached deeper, hitting his prostate harder. He wanted to reach between his legs and jerk himself off, but he resisted. He had to be good - so good for his guard. "Hah, Matthew, I-I'm~!" After a few more thrusts, he exploded, hips shuddering from the force. He screamed out his guard's name, jolting as the hot liquid shot into his face. He panted hard, groaning until the other stopped. Lying there, he licked his lips, not minding tasting himself.

"What are you gonna do about this mess you've made?" He had the gall to ask, cum over his face. He couldn't help it!
 
Matthew shouldn't even care about Aiden or his pleasure, but he was obsessed with hearing the other man moan his name and cry out while he made him feel good. He'd been waiting for this. The moment he met Aiden he'd wanted to make him cry out his name. Now that he was here getting his chance, he wasn't going to waste it. He wanted to do everything he'd been dreaming of, and that included tasting him.

Matthew moaned as he heard Aiden moaning his name while he fucked his ass with his tongue. This was exactly what he wanted. He wanted Aiden to meet his thrusts, to cry out his name, to orgasm over and over again. He grinned a bit when he heard Aiden call him devious, watching to make sure he didn't break his rule of not touching himself. When he felt Aiden cried out his warning, Matthew only got faster, eagerly pushing Aiden deeper and further to orgasm. He moaned as he felt Aiden orgasm, using his tongue against his prostate until he felt completely milked. Slowly he pulled away from Aiden's ass, panting for breath as he looked down at him with a wide grin seeing Aiden covered in his own cum like some little slut and not a star model.

He scoffed when Aiden asked what he was going to do about the mess. "You mean the mess you made? You could have held back if you really wanted to. But... I have some ideas," he said as he reached forward and swiped two fingers over Aiden's cheek. Once his fingers were covered in his cum, Matthew brought his hand down to Aiden's ass and pressed his two cum coated fingers inside of Aiden, filling him with his own cum. "This is the best lube I could have asked for," he said as he spread his fingers inside of Aiden, stretching and opening him up so that he could take his cock.

Matthew slowly started to thrust his fingers inside of Aiden, fucking him on his fingers as he looked down at him. "Fuck, you're so tight. Are you sure my cock's going to fit?" he teased, grinning as he pulled his fingers out and moved to position himself and his cock to Aiden's hole. He let Aiden adjust so that he wasn't entirely on his back before he teased his hole with his cock. "You're such a whore. Covered in your own cum," he growled. "I'm going to make sure you can't stand after I'm done with you."

With that, Matthew shoved his cock inside of Aiden, letting his saliva and Aiden's cum coat his cock. He groaned at the tightness, his head falling back. "Fuck! You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he pressed deep and deeper until he was fully sheathed inside of him, his heavy balls resting against Aiden's ass. "Mmm... how does it feel having your bodyguard inside of you?" he teased.
 
Out of all of the fantasies the model held regarding his guard, this topped all of them. It was even better than he had imagined. The bit of humiliation the other put him through, riling him up and dominating him. Aiden was in love. It could have very well been the alcohol talking. Was this his only chance to play with his guard? If the man was drunk? Aiden needed to get more alcohol in his apartment or take Matthew out much more often. Plenty and plenty of alcohol... What would happen tomorrow?

It wasn't something he could dwell on, not when he had the very man in front of him, using his cum as lube. "Oh, god..." He covered his face with his hands, almost forgetting it was covered in his cum. He wiped some of it away on his hands and got an idea. "Hey, Matthew," he said, looking to get the man's attention. With his fingers covered in his cum, he seductively licked it away, slipping his fingers inside and sucking on them. He wanted to see the other falter, it was the absolute cutest~!

As those fingers stretched him from the inside, Aiden didn't bother hiding his moans. They were finally so close, that beautiful dick would be inside of him any second now and he almost wanted to rush his guard. "Y-You'll manage. You better. I'm not letting you leave until you fuck me and fuck me good." He warned, completely serious about his threat. As Matthew got into position, Aiden found himself holding his breath. "Ooh..." He moaned at his terrible words.

"Aahh!" The model screamed as his guard slammed inside of him. He was nearly dead on hitting his prostate, missing it by just an inch or so. With just the right angle, Matthew would have his model completely undone underneath him. Aiden would be his. His muscles flexed, slowly adjusting around his size. "Fuck, oh my god..." He moaned over his words.

"Fucking... incredible..." He whimpered. "How does it feel fucking your model?" He asked back, grinning. His smile faltered and the feeling of being filled so fully was almost enough to tip him over the edge again. It felt like it had been so long since he was last filled like this, his terrible guard cock blocking him. "C'mon, move. You know you wanna ruin me. Destroy me, Sir~" He nearly moaned over his own words, reverting to calling his guard that deliciously arousing title. He wiggled his hips in an attempt to urge him to ruthlessly fuck him.
 
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