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he’d winked at you first from afar at some gay nightclub you found yourself in. something about him, even from far away, felt wickedly irresistible. so you stare right back, curiously checking him out across the busy establishment while he’s kept his focus so stark, so pointedly egregious right at you. holding a side eye and grinning like you’ve unknowingly become part of some mischievous plan he’s already set in motion. remmick shamelessly gave you another hit of the elevator eyes, practically screaming the message out there that all’s he wanted to do was yank you out of there and pin you down and put you in your place.
so when you nod your head to the exit, gulping back one last sip of your drink and paying off your tab, remmick didn’t need any extra signals on top of it, gladly snaking back to the same direction you’d tilted your head, cheesy grin plastered on his face like he reeled in his catch of the night.
when you both met outside the boisterous noise of the club, nothing about him came as expected, as he seemed. remmick was a horny little tease, sure, but by the time you both had rounded the corner he had dragged you into the next nearest private spot - a dingy bar bathroom. for as much dominant shit as remmick was talking at first, once you both were behind a locked door, you’d found out that’s all he had in him, and that’s really all it was. talk. it was just talk. like a chihuahua that was all bark and strikingly zero bite.
remmick whimpered like a whore when you took on the reigns to grab him by the jaw, grazing your lips onto his, not quite going in for a kiss yet.
“you gonna fuck me good, pretty boy? huh? pretty boy like you got some good dick or what?”
he seemed to like taunting you, pulling on your leg, his own way of riling you up to get the reaction he wanted. get the goods that he was desperate for. the roughening up that no one else at that club could’ve even attempted to give him.
you wanna roll your eyes if it wasn’t turning you on so hot, how much of a brat he is. wincing when his hand greedily goes down to cup the fragile bulge of your cock through your jeans, you huff down his neck. grinning. “I might, maybe once you shut that smart ass mouth of yours up.”
“don’t cha wanna shut it for me, big man? think you can do that once you’re bendin’ me over this goddamn sink and fuckin’ me—“
remmick’s bony little jaw is now grasped tightly in your hands, cutting off whatever bitchy demands he had left in him. the gesture seemed to thrill him, a smile melting his expression while he awaits for your directions.
“get on your fucking knees, open this stupid mouth. wide.”
the guidance seems to snap any attitude out of him. you watch with half lidded eyes while he gets down on the murky tile and sticks his tongue out like a ready willing slut.
“that’s it. followed instructions better than I thought. you just like to fuss first, huh?”
remmick doesn’t answer, doesn’t seem to have the capability anymore. he stays silent before pawing at your knees, up to your thighs. waiting with his big pathetic pleading eyes for you to take your cock out and do something.
“yeah, but you’re a good little lad. eager to get manhandled around, aren’t you?”
he almost squeals with delight at the sight of you ripping your zipper open, naked cock bulging right out of the seam. commando.
the sight alone of your bare hard on seemed to pull another switch in him. a drooling, horny, manic boy staring up at you, waiting for what you’re gonna do with your cock. whether you slap him with it right on his cheek, his tongue — he looked like a desperate kind of pathetic, just sitting, licking his lips, ogling for the prize.
“no drawls, s’my favorite. gives real easy access. real easy,” he breathes, swallowing what sounded like a pint of drool while some of it droops down the corner of his lips, trying to hold back in case he gets reprimanded by you for going in too soon. but when he’s met with an assuring nod, he goes in like it’s his first meal, slipping your tip on his tongue and not stopping ‘til you’re halfway down his throat. a wet choking sob escapes him, his drool making the perfect lube while he pulls back to slurp you down and lick your head.
“you’re packin’ a fuckin’ monster, jesus— ain’t had one this big in a while,” he rasps, not wasting any more time to gulp you down and fill his throat. the warmth of his mouth had you gasping, taking a grip of his hair and pulling him up and down as you pleased. it felt nothing short of heavenly when he hums while you’re still hitting the back of his throat, sloshy rhythmic pumps while remmick tries and struggles breathing through his nose.
when you yank him off your dick, he looks like a puppy that just got kicked. bratty with anger that you aren’t letting him get back to his feast. but you had other plans.
“don’t get fuckin’ carried away now, just needed you to wet it for me. so turn around. I’ll give you what you want, you brat.”
“y-yes, yes sir,” the man stuttered. stumbles back up and sticks his ass out faster than you could blink, hurrying with the suspenders blocking his way. it was so cute, watching his red cheeks just get redder and redder while you stood there, stroking your cock, waiting for him to get into position for you. “god dammit, god damn fuckin’—“
“here, baby, I’ll help you.”
you can’t help but chuckle, gently helping him pull both layers down, getting a good look at the pale globes of his perky ass that bent right over for you. remmick swallows more drool when he feels your fat cock barely grazing a cheek in passing, his own grip on the counter of the sink making his knuckles turn white in anticipation.
“I’m—I’m ready for it, ready for you, just— don’t gotta be gentle with me. please. I want the burn, want this to hurt.”
his pleading sounded nothing like the cocky front he’d put up before, but the switch up had to be hotter than anything you’ve ever seen.
“shhh. don’t wanna hurt you too bad now, but a little’s okay,” you conclude, taking both your palms to massage the muscle of his ass, feeling how tense he is in his body and his posture. in the mirror you see him panting, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to keep his back nice and arched for you. when you shove his cheeks apart he yelps with surprise, followed by a whiny moan when you take your middle finger and circle the puckered hole.
“you got yourself a pretty ass, rem. you always bend over this easily for strangers, or am I special?” you tease down his ear, nipping at the side. grinning at the rewarding shiver of goosebumps that run throughout his body.
“you… you’re special—“
you scoff an almost antagonizing laugh at that, giving his ass a hard spank that left him whimpering.
“don’t gotta lie to me now, you’re already gonna get this dick.”
“s’the truth,” remmick chokes, circling his hips back onto you, gasping when your tip rims the hole, swirling around it. you roll your eyes at him again and lean down to let a glob of spit pool at his hole, massaging your thumb over the skin to at least loosen him enough for the initial punch. “s’true, s’true I swear it, wanted you dickin’ me down like this soon as I smelled y—mm, soon as I saw you,” he rasps. “pl-please fuck me, just put it, put it .in already—“
“fuckin’ needy boy, beggin’ for some dick he’s barely ready to get. you sure you want it in now? don’t want prep, don’t want nothing?”
he whines like it’s painful that he isn’t getting stuffed like a fucking turkey, wiggling his ass back ‘til your tip catches on his hole again, this time pushing back now with stern fervor, his grabby hand going down to snatch a hold of the base of your thick cock, pointing it right at the bullseye, right where he needs it.
“I fuckin’ need it, fuckin’ need it so bad, please hunny, would’ya stick it in?”
he’s pouting again, swirling his hips and lazily looking back over his shoulder, waiting for you to take him and fuck him like a ragdoll.
when his begging gets the best of you, and your own patience worn probably as thin as his, you sigh and shoo his hand away from your crotch to grab ahold of your dick and make your way in, sinking the bulbous head inside his tight warmth. he’s keening in an instant, legs shaking while you burst your way through, feeling like you’re popping his cherry with how fucking small and tight he really is.
“mmmmm, oh baby that’s so right, give it to me, gimme all that dick,” he sighs, circling his hips back to greedily take in more inches. “I was right. knew just lookin’ at cha. got a big fuckin’ dick.”
“you ain’t seen nothing yet, I’m barely fucking you. you barely taken half.”
remmick’s eyes open again, comically wide when he takes a peek back, exhaling slow and low when he sees your impressive length, patiently stuck only halfway in until he was ready for what you really had.
“shit.”
“just fuckin’ keep your head forward. look in the mirror, greedy little slut don’t even know what you got yourself into.”
you dug your nubby nails into the crux of his hips, holding on for leverage before spreading your legs apart so he gets every ounce of power in the fuck he was so desperately craving. and with the first hard, deep shove going all the way in, with your heavy balls now hugging the cheeks of his ass, remmick swooned. a scream starts tumbling out of his throat, stopped short only by your swift palm coming up to smother his running mouth. he grabs onto your wrist, bracing himself for more when you pull all the way out, just to slam yourself right back in. the glob of spit did enough for some friction. you can’t fight the smile that spreads on your face feeling him drool into your hand, those eyes of his drooping back like he’s in and out of consciousness while he’s getting split open raw right on your dick.
“shit that’s tight,” you marvel, still trying to hold back your louder noises that threaten to come out with your teeth. you find a hard, unforgiving rhythm to satiate him to the fullest — slamming every fucking inch in, slipping right back out, slapping his hole with the thick of your meat, watching the satisfying entertainment of him absolutely falling apart. “you doing okay there, slugger? should I keep my hand over that mouth?”
remmick doesn’t even try to bullshit you again, just rigorously nodding his head up and down, giving the clearest answer he could muster — fuck yes. keep ruining me. don’t stop.
with the green light, you give his ass a playful encouraging spank with your unoccupied hand, spreading a cheek apart to get a load of the mouthwatering view. his tight, teasing little asshole just barely holding on, gripping like nothing you’ve ever felt or seen. your dick must really be that special, like maybe he wasn’t bullshitting about bending over for just anybody.
“you liking it fast, deep, what? any requests?”
you hesitate to take your palm off his mouth, despite his sounds being some of the prettiest you’ve ever heard in recent years. remmick looks like a hot mess already, sweat dripping past his veiny temples, drool still steadily spilling down your hand. he takes a second once his mouth is free once again, gasping and clawing while chasing your cock to fill him deeper, not wanting you to pause even for half of a second.
“just, just want you to give it to me, give it to me good. please. please!”
and then, remmick himself takes your hand right back to his mouth, nipping on it for relief while you take your cue to circle the tip right back in, finding his weak spot and pounding it.
he starts crying under your hand, muffled sobs unstoppable while your balls slap against his ass, the sound filthy enough to carry out the walls. he clenches down onto you, tighter than you think you could even handle at first, stopping mid thrust not to fill his ass with your cum right then and there. of course the whines start as soon as you do, more pearly tears brimming his eyes as he thrusts back onto you, always hankering you for more.
“fuck, your pussy’s too tight, baby—gonna have me bustin’ too soon if you keep that grip goin’ on me like that,” you mumble, dipping down to nose at the sweat built up on his neck, licking the salty sweetness you surely helped create.
“we—we cum at the same time? can we? cum inside me, just do it, need to feel you,” he heaves, pulling your hand back to slurp his own drool that’s been built up.
“yeah yeah, needy slut. just relax. relax that pussy on me, yeah, good boy.”
and way too soon, right after the words left your mouth, remmick betrays his own promise of cumming with in sync, his hole tightening up and whole body curling up and tensing before you hear him let out a long, wimpy squeal. his untouched cock wags and busts streaks of white, painting the tile of the floor in a thick pool of seed.
you grab onto his jaw from behind, pointing it down to the premature mess he’s made.
“see that, baby? see what you did? you came before me. came right after promising you’d wait for me.”
remmick is still droopy from the comedown, gasping like he’s been drowning for air all this time. he looks down in shame and disappointment in himself, scurrying to please you after finishing too early.
“you gonna.. you gonna punish me, sir?”
you sigh at the timid tone, not wanting to give into those puppy eyes. circling your hips, thrusting just the tip in and out, you almost relent. almost.
“I’m gonna shut you the fuck up and keep giving it to you ‘til I’m finished now, is that clear, boy?”
with a slam so hard he jumps forwards, arching back even further with his head now ducked right into the sink, his little adam’s apple gulps while he nods, timid fingers of his reaching back to pull his ass cheeks apart, granting you easier access to slip in and out as you please.
for another full hour, he’s been rendered a stupid, crying, pathetic pliant mess just keeping himself bent right over to take the punishing pumps of your dick right up his ass. he cums another four, or five, maybe six times with your cock fucking him through it each and every load. his pile of nut is a slippery mess, a hazard on these floors by now. and with one last tired but all the more eager thrust balls deep inside, you let out an animalistic groan while he squeals to try and move back and away all at the same time with overwhelming floods of pleasure while you finally bust your nut deep inside him. he squirms and whines like a bitch but just lies there and takes it, reveling in the hot flood of your cum dribbling in and out slowly while you steadily keep plowing him through it.
when you both have caught your breath, you take a look at the steamy mess you’ve left of his ass. gaping, creampie’d, abused. remmick doesn’t look like he minds in the slightest though, smirking like he’s finally gotten everything he’s ever wanted all in one night.
“surprised no one’s tried coming in here.”
“I’m not. really looks like shit in here. definitely wouldn’t wanna use these toilets, ‘specially that sink you’ve had your head shoved in.”
remmick shrugs his shoulders, grins at you again. “I liked it. hey, watch this,” he quips, ducking all the way down until his face is an inch away from his own soiled puddle of cum, staring up at you while he sticks his tongue out and going in to lick one long, dirty stripe up like a filthy fucking dog. you don’t know whether your reaction is to grimace or to get hard and fuck him to pieces all over again, but remmick’s smart mouth opens once more while he swallows down the vile streak of his own cream.
“think I’d do that in front of any stranger, or just you?”