Internal Nonsense

Frankie, being very opportunistic whilst drunk; switched from his usual dominant demeanor, into a very submissive state of mind. “I need this.” He kept thinking to himself. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I should be taken care of too.” Frankie tried his best to excuse his behavior to himself as he pressed his lips against the stranger’s, soon after arriving back at his “small” loft he’d been living in for the past few weeks.

Frankie slid his hand up the man’s chest and held his jawline as Frankie’s lips moved impatiently against his, “Mmn, my.. Name is Saul, ohhn.” Frank immediately began running his knee against the opposing man’s prominent bulge, clearly it felt good. He didn’t care if the man was lying to him, because he only wanted one thing and one thing only. As he pulled away from the man, “Saul.” Frankie looked at him, he seemed too familiar but he couldn’t put exactly why he looked familiar. For now, he put it aside as he was too drunk to care, and the darkness of the loft didn’t help too much either. The two had someone made it from the front door into the living room, thought it wasn’t much of a walk - it should be seemingly difficult practically attached to another person. Frankie was quick to get on his knees and unfasten the man’s dress pants and pull his cock free, the feeling of it made Frank’s mouth water as he rubbed his lips against Saul’s length and cupped his fingers around it’s base. He was quick to put the other man’s cock in his mouth, sighing contently as he worked his way around it

Frankie stood up quickly and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it over the couch as he stepped closer to kiss the man once more. 

“God.” Saul sighed against Frankie’s mouth, “You’re fucking ripped.” Frankie continued to sloppily kiss the other man as he pressed his thigh up against Saul’s cock in reply, quick to return his hand to Saul’s cock and leisurely slid it between his grasp.

Minutes later of inseparable kissing, Frankie groaned, “I’m going to let you fuck me, I don’t have the patience for foreplay anymore.” He quickly undressed the other man and lead him to the couch.

"I was going to ask if you were top or bottom, but I guess that solves that.” Saul laughed, sitting back on he leather sofa, his length standing hard and prominent as parts of his body are highlighted by moonlight peaking through the blinds of the loft’s large windows

Frankie raised an eyebrow. “You’re.. Pretty big.” he commented on Saul’s member. He bit his lip as he unfastened his own belt, feeling the other man’s eyes trickle along his body.

Saul began idly playing with himself as he continued to watch Frankie undress, the demon practically giving the other man a drunken strip tease. He eventually pulls his cock from his breifs and strokes himself as he steps out of his pants and underwear, moving to Saul’s lap as he rests his knees on opposite sides of him.

Saul reaches up and grabs Frankie’s jaw as he pushes his lips against the demon’s. He grabs Frankie’s hips and pulls him forward, moving his cock directly at his entrance.

"Don’t hurt me.” Frankie breathes on Saul’s lips, nervous as it’s been a while since he’s been bottom - and now that his first in a long time was bigger than the average man. Bigger than what Frankie had in his bedside drawers, too. This had made the demon not only nervous, but it humbled him as well. His state of mind rather innocent and fragile as the liquor nearly sedates his body.

"I won’t.” Saul whispers back, spreading Frankie as he presses his tip into the Demon’s hole.

Frankie lets out a soft moan as he tries his best to press his hips downward, hiding his face in the crook of Saul’s neck. “I forgot.. How tight you are.”

Frankie sits up, “Wh..at?” He whispers in reply before Saul pushes his hips forward and suddenly presses all of his length inside of the demon.

Frankie roars loudly, shoving his fingers into the wood under frame of the couch, instantly breaking it. Saul's entrance wasn't as nice as he promised, but it surprisingly felt better than Frankie had been anticipating.

Saul ran his fingertips down the demon's back gently as he could as he slowly pushed and pulled himself in and out of Frankie. "Shh." He cooed as Frankie replied with his own soft moans, leaning back as his head tilts to the side.

"Mmn, shit." Frankie grabs ahold of his own length and begins playing with himself at the same speed. "I'm.. Not usually bottom." He breathes as his face burns in embarrassment.

I can tell." Saul offers a smile as he gives Frankie a hard thrust.

You can.. Go fass..der now." Frankie started to slur his words as he became drunk from more than just alcohol. His eyes became half lidded, matching his best red face as his hair laid unkept and out of place.

Saul slid further down on the couch as he held the small of Frankie's back, spreading his legs as he prepared the both of them for faster and harder thrusts. "Demon's are sadists.." Frankie smiled and winked at Saul, biting his lip as the pace increased.

Frankie arches his back, "Ohhn.." He moans, stroking himself, "Faster." Saul is quick to oblige and suddenly Frankie is bouncing on the human with an intense pace.

It's not hard for a demon to see in the dark, in fact it's preferable amongst some. Frankie usually keeps his homes in the dark, only letting moon light shine in through the blinds.

As Frankie closed his car door, he noticed how dark it was outside. If it weren’t for the little lawn lights lighting up the pathway, he would probably have to focus on seeing the way to the door. He inhaled, smelling the pine fresh air as he exhaled. The air out in the country was much more cleaner and pleasant than back in the city. He had always taken this for granted when he didn’t have to work. Frankie was quick to find his house keys and open the large mahogany door to his home. 

“Babe?” He called out ironically as he walked inside of the foyer, closing the door behind him and setting his keys on the small table close to the wall, directly underneath a decorative mirror and lamp. Frankie wasn’t married, and he was enjoying the bachelor’s life after a few unsuccessful marriages. Still, he liked to call out as if someone was there. Even if he knew there would be no reply. He looked at himself in the mirror for a brief moment, running his hand along his chin as he noticed his own five o’ clock shadow. “Old man.” he chuckled to himself as he shrugged off his blazer and threw it over his arm, loosening his black Alexander McQueen tie. 

Frankie continued down the hall and into the living room, his dress shoes clacked from the dark cherry wooded floor and onto the tile as he continued into the kitchen. He was quick to open the fridge, and although he didn’t normally eat, he was particularly hungry tonight. He picked up an apple and took a bite, closing the fridge door as he noticed a note on the Fridge. His maid knew to leave him handwritten notes, as Frankie was very technologically stupid. 

The note read, “Mr Damon, I will be gone starting tonight and continuing through next week, Monday. I have a family emergency and I will be using my vacation days. You can still contact me at my usual number.“ Frankie would crumple the note and toss it onto the kitchen island, a bit upset that he wouldn’t have any company tonight. Perhaps he would have tried to be a little handsy with his maid if it were just him and Frankie here for the weekend. He laid his blazer over a kitchen chair that sat tucked into the island, he was quick to even unbutton his shirt and add it to the chair. It felt nice to have his bare torso take a breather from his stuffy suit, Frankie exhaled comfortably and stretched his shoulders and arms as he walked over to his bar and sat on the stool, leaning his elbow on it’s marble top and rested his head on his hand. He began to bite into the apple again and chewed it, as he collected his thoughts.

He tries his best to push work to the back of his mind for now, absolutely needing to think about anything else but work, after he’d spent nearly two days from home doing nothing but work. His eyes wandered around the kitchen as he continued to eat the apple, his attention grabbed by the bottle of whiskey behind his bar. Frankie reached over the bar and grabbed it, lifting the glass cork and setting it down. He stood up and looked at the other side of the bar, trying to look for glasses but didn’t succeed. “I guess I didn’t restock it.” he mumbled as he sat back on the stool a little disgruntled. “Lovely.” he sighed, lifting the crystal bottle and taking a swig from it. 

The whiskey burned his mouth and numbed his lips; an all too familiar feeling and taste he’d come to adore, he then licked his lips and numbed the underside of his tongue - enjoying the whiskey to it’s fullest potential. Frankie decided it would probably be best to read the text messages he’d ignored over the time he was working, and maybe even reply to a few - as he slid his phone out of his pocket and unlocked the front page. 

Frankie sighed, all of the text messages were boring and mundane, so he closed them and sat his phone on the counter. He had wanted to do something for the night, but wanted to remain alone as he felt like he needed the solitude. Suddenly, his mind started to wander as it had been a while since he’s had some fun by himself, at least. He picked up his phone again and began browsing a few pages he had bookmarked as he bit his bottom lip. Frankie blinked, his face turning a little bit red as he continued to examine the photos he favorited. He set the apple down and took another swig of whiskey, noticing his own cock beginning to press against the inside of his dress pants. He bit his bottom lip as he looked at his own bulge, and back up at the photos again. He had the sudden realization he should probably do something, excusing it as a stress reliever. 

He stood up, pushing the front of his foot onto his heel; sliding his feet out of his shoes as he’d leave them underneath the stool. Frankie grabbed the whiskey and took four large gulps, bringing the liquid to the near bottom of the crystal bottle. He’d set it back on the shelf and make his way to the bathroom. 

As he entered the black and white tiled bathroom, suddenly becoming more aware of his own cock as his pants became increasingly difficult to move in. He was quick to unfasten them and step out of his dress pants, sliding himself from his briefs as well. Frankie stood in front of the full length mirror examining himself. 

His cock stood swollen and straight, rubbing precum against the top of his bellybutton as he was already making a mess of himself. “Christ..” he exhaled as he ran his fingertips along his own length. Frankie suddenly remembered he’d left a toy he’d prefer to use in one of the bathroom drawers, he turned to them and began frantically opening them as his cock ached and continued to make more of a mess over his own stomach. Wherever he looked, he couldn’t find his toy, and the more time went on he grew harder - the whiskey hitting his system was nearly enough to drive him insane. 

Frankie thought for a moment and remembered his office was most likely his last place he would have left it. He grabs his small silk robe that barely came to his mid thigh, and ties the strap around his waist, walking rather briskly to his office. 

As he entered his office, he quickly shuts the door behind him - locking himself in. Frankie quickly moved behind his desk and began searching through his drawers, soon enough finding his toy and a small bottle of lubricant. He bites his bottom lip, sitting down in his large office chair as he sits back for a moment, untying his robe as it’s folds fall around his legs exposing his bare cock. The sight of his own excitement embarrasses him, even when he’s alone. He would never admit his own shyness, despite his aggressive sexual behaviour. “Shit.” he sighs, leaning back in the chair. 

He sets his toy on his desk, reaching in and grabbing the small bottle of lubricant in the same drawer and setting it on his desk as well. Frankie takes a minute to look at his computer, as he was reluctant to play with himself, seething red with embarrassment. He only used his computer to bring up Microsoft Word and Email - probably the only two things he could do outside of bringing up the camera application. If there was a way that this self absorbed bastard could do, it was take pictures of himself. 

Frankie pulled up the camera application; as he switched it to video mode and waited a moment, looking over at the bottle of lubricant as he grabbed and flicked the cap open and placing his opposite hand underneath the nozzle. He lifted his right leg and laid it over the arm of the chair, spreading himself - making his own face singe with heat. He squeezed the bottle and poured lubricant down his index and middle finger, setting the bottle back on the desk.

Frankie then bypassed his cock reluctantly, it laid against his stomach swollen and harder than he’d been in a very long time. He circled his asshole with the lubricant, biting down on his lip harder as he refused to make any noises. “Relax,” he thought to himself, “Relax.” he slowly relaxed himself as he rubbed his fingers against his entrance, calmly pushing the tip of his index finger inside of himself, and suddenly he lets out a small whimper. He wasn’t too used to insertions, as he’d only bottom rarely, but he’d been doing it a lot more recently, as he'd been living the bachelor's life, trying anything on himself that sounded pleasurable. And admittingly, he loved bottoming. He’d begin to press more of his index finger inside of himself, about knuckle deep before adding his middle finger and stretching himself more. “Ah.. ahh.. ah.” Frankie breathes as he watches his hand push further inside of himself, the feeling of his fingers stretching his hole aches his cock - practically begging to be played with. 

He soon leans over with his free hand and clicks the recording button on the camera application. Frankie grabs his toy and looks at the camera, bringing the toy to his mouth and licks it from base to tip. He can feel his face ignited in a deep red, but he continues as he puts the tip of the toy against his lips and slowly enters his own mouth with it, giving his camera a show of his hidden deep throating ability. 

Meanwhile, his fingers are both pressed knuckle deep inside of himself. He spreads them apart as his expression relaxes, his eyebrows pull together and his eyes slam shut, moaning with his mouth full. 

Frankie pushes and pulls his toy from his mouth, running his tongue along the length as he imagines it being an actual cock. Rarely would he ever suck someone's cock, as he always felt the need to assert his dominance. But in reality, he loved feeling someone's cock in his mouth. For a moment, he imagined someone being there as he slid the toy in and out of his mouth, flicking his tongue around the soft plastic. "Mmn," he moaned around the toy as his cock twitched between his legs. The movement of his arm slowly pressing the toy in and out of his mouth caused his silk robe to fall from his shoulder and lay around his bicep, the feeling of his body becoming more exposed gave him an impish chill of pleasure. Frankie slowly pulled the toy from his mouth, a long string of spit connected to it’s tip as he removes it completely, eyeing then length.