A Night On the Town/Smut
Night Out
Blink had promised Mush a real night on the town for his birthday. Dinner, dancing, ride in a horse-and-buggy and everything. Very classy.
Everything about the restaurant was classy, too. Especially, Blink noticed as he pressed Mush against the tiled wall, the bathroom. A slight groan escaped Mush, as Blink kissed his neck and pressed forwards with his hips. Mush felt warm and smooth, even through the condom, he noted vaguely, as he watched Mush's hand--pressed to the wall for balance--spasmed slightly. Mush quaked a little, knees going weak, breathing hard.
"Happy birthday," Blink murmured, as Mush came.
Bedsprings
Bedsprings. They made kind of a metallic screech, and at the moment were doing it very rhythmically.
Race hated his bed at college, the mattress was so old he'd woken up with back pains for the first month he'd been there. But right now, he didn't mind so much.
The bedsprings weren't enough to drown out his voice, though. He'd unthinkingly slipped into Italian, and was all but yelling. But then, Spot was cursing, which he always did under his breath.
Race thought it was hot.
He thought what Spot was doing to him was hotter.
"Ti amo, caro mio."
Morning After
The problem with having such an awesome night out is that when Blink wakes up, he doesn't remember where he is or how he got there. And he's afraid to push the sheet aside and look down, because he is definitely receiving a good morning blowjob. Except he doesn't remember who he went to bed with.
He moans and props himself up on his elbows, his heart beating faster, unable to catch his breath or concentrate on anything other than the amazing suction below his waist. His back arches.
There's certainly someone he wants it to be.
He glances down.