It was an unsurprising dark they stepped into. The shadows of the bar just seemed to seep out into the streets and flood the entire night with their blind, inhuman need. Matt looked up at the lights and then stepped off the curb, water soaking the bottom of his pants in a puddle and moving on wordlessly. Nights like this had a way of feeling empty, as if the entire world had stopped or fallen asleep. It was a stupid thought when he could hear the murmur of voices from some streets down and held the memory of the men who'd watched them leave. Itching for a cigarette, he almost stopped, and then forced himself to keep going. Lucifer's presence was burning excitement through his veins and thoughts, even before he was forced against the wall.
It smelled wet and if he pressed his face close he could have licked the water crawling down the bricks. He looked down instead. "Three or four times a month," he said, ignoring how his pants went down under the other's pull because the hand around his cock felt so much like something coming into place. His breath caught, almost rising to his toes. Pressing against the pressure of Lucifer rubbing against his ass, he wondered if the man really meant to fuck him right here and then stopped thinking about it at all. There was something dangerous in being touched by the other man but he couldn't help wanting it. "It's not enough to feel it around me. I want more than that."
His words went silent when Lucifer started to inch inside of him. He couldn't really brace himself for that, his face pressing against the wall and his hands reaching for it, scratching against the wet bricks as if he could find something in them to steady himself. He almost tasted the grime in front of him when he inhaled, making an attempt to speak and failing. Matt swallowed hard and then said, "This is what I came here for," forcing the words out. The heat of Lucifer behind him threatened to smother him against the wall and he pushed back against the cock impaling him with a sudden vicious eagerness. There was an impossible reality to being here and at the same time it felt so much like his dreams that he thought they would disappear at any moment. "You are what I came here for." Him or someone like him, keeping him locked in this moment.
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It smelled wet and if he pressed his face close he could have licked the water crawling down the bricks. He looked down instead. "Three or four times a month," he said, ignoring how his pants went down under the other's pull because the hand around his cock felt so much like something coming into place. His breath caught, almost rising to his toes. Pressing against the pressure of Lucifer rubbing against his ass, he wondered if the man really meant to fuck him right here and then stopped thinking about it at all. There was something dangerous in being touched by the other man but he couldn't help wanting it. "It's not enough to feel it around me. I want more than that."
His words went silent when Lucifer started to inch inside of him. He couldn't really brace himself for that, his face pressing against the wall and his hands reaching for it, scratching against the wet bricks as if he could find something in them to steady himself. He almost tasted the grime in front of him when he inhaled, making an attempt to speak and failing. Matt swallowed hard and then said, "This is what I came here for," forcing the words out. The heat of Lucifer behind him threatened to smother him against the wall and he pushed back against the cock impaling him with a sudden vicious eagerness. There was an impossible reality to being here and at the same time it felt so much like his dreams that he thought they would disappear at any moment. "You are what I came here for." Him or someone like him, keeping him locked in this moment.