ah, that's the stuff.

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One evening as you zoned out behind the register (totally not searching the local papers for a new place) the glass door swung open bringing in a new face and rushing in a wave of chilly night time air. The breeze caused you to shiver, shoulders scrunched up to meet your ears, trying their best to shut out the sudden cold.

You 'burr'd', trying to shake off the feeling.

"Ah, I am sorry." New Face apologized, their voice flat with a soft hint of real sincerity and heavy with an Eastern European accent.

You gave the guy a glance, freezing like a statue in surprise at the full image, butterflies immediately swirling; He was attractive with a strong nose and sharp cheekbones.

A scar sliced through his left brow and his jaw was dusted with prickly dark stubble. His brown eyes were downtrodden with eye bags and shadows-- dark and brooding.

You gulped.

He was handsome but rough around the edges, like he'd been through something and was just waiting for you to manic pixie dream girl him through it. Just your type.

You blinked.

Fuck, you'd just been staring this guy down for awhile by then. Mentally shaking yourself free, you tore your gaze away from the stranger to the small register. You started to ring him up for an hour.

"No, you're fine." You finally said, replying to his apology. The receipt whirled out of the printer, you ripped it free and passed it to him.

He huffed a chuckle.

"Why do you Americans say 'you're fine' in response to apologies? I know I am fine." He teased. New face took the receipt from you, letting you pass the thin paper into his half-gloved fingers. He tucked it away safely inside of his many outerwear layers and you took the moment to steal yet another glance at him. Looking through your lashes, the butterflies started to swirl again.

You shrugged. Your cheeks started to warm.

Oh no.

"I'm.. not sure." You halfheartedly replied, thoughts failing you when you needed them most. You tried your best to match his humored chuckle from earlier, trying to let him know you could play along.

"I guess I'm just so used to saying and hearing it, I didn't realize it wasn't normal everywhere."

New Face gave you another glance, his brow lifted slightly.

You're sure for a brief second you caught his eyes lowering to where your name tag hung from your chest, trailing each letter. He gave you a polite nod, thanked you and headed towards the closest available PC.

He stayed only long enough to check his email and when he left he called out a simple 'goodbye' your way.

You shouted after him, mirroring his words, then you watched attentively as he let the glass door swing again but you didn't mind the chill that blew through that time, it was a welcomed cool down from the blood that had flooded your cheeks. With your eyes locked on his back, you watched his layered covered shoulders fade further away with each step down the Broker sidewalk until he left your vision around a corner.

Dude groans low with pleasure as he releases his stream across your chest.

The yellow-ish fluid streams down the curves molded onto your person- soaking fabric and flesh. You can't help but gasp at the sudden warmth that floods your body, but you don't move.

You don't even try to argue about your current position. Most people he tries this with gag, call him disgusting, puke, or whatever else dramatic display they decide. But you take it like a champ, like this was an everyday thing for you.

He laughs, almost impressed. The sound is something that's horribly humiliating for you and yet lustful.

"Jesus. You're actually into this? You're more pathetic than I thought." he torments, insulting you like you're a piece of pathetic trash. You nod, eagerly agreeing that you do in fact enjoy the way his piss splashes and soaks your body. You're going to reek of urine for the rest of the day, but it's a small price to pay to see him so emboldened.

He lifts his dick, angling the stream higher. It moves, landing on your face, surprising you. You gasp, lifting your head higher out of instinct- trying to keep air like he was drowning you. How does he keep going?

"Ah-ah." He scolds, clicking his tongue.

Dude lifts his boot and brings it down onto your lap, right on top of the pelvis. He holds you down, pinning you against the alley wall. You gasp again, this time at the sudden sharp sting it brought and Dude takes advantage.

His piss hits your tongue. It's salty. Bitter enough to make you wanna gag. Enough slips back down your throat to make you gag and it only eggs him on more.

"Taste it." He orders, brows furrowing with frustration. You were making him angry. He wanted a show.

You gulp, imagining your neck bobbing like a cartoon. Your tongue shoots out and captures a small amount of the stream. Forcing it down, you grimace at the taste. But you persist and poke your tongue back out to funnel down some more. You had to impress him.

Dude laughs, chest shaking with his deep chuckles that make something in you regrettably throb.

"Fuck, I haven't had a good little freak like you in years." He praises. "Come here."

His stream ends and you almost fucking whine at the lost. Were you always this pathetically depraved for local homicidal crackheads?

Dude's boot lifts, releasing your rock-and-hard place situation. Then, he reaches out, digging his dirty nails into your top. Dude yanks you into a kiss and you think you could cry from joy. The tip of his tongue shoots out between breaths, begging for entry. You allow.

His tongue laps and grinds against yours, exploring as much as he can.

Quickly, you realize he's eagerly trying to taste his own liquid and you moan with a gross excitement, letting him lap at the lingering taste. Dude smashes his face with yours. It's like he's trying to engulf you into his person, keeping you close.

When he decides he's through with his sampling, he parts with heavy breath. A string of saliva mixed with piss follows, connecting the two of you until he pulls back far enough that it snaps and sticks to his goatee.

His shades have shifted from the rough smooching and now his green eyes and blown pupils are on display and when they meet yours, you freeze like prey. You don't move, you don't blink. There's a moment where you are just staring at each other in silence and you start to get the nervous feeling that he's thinking.

Maybe he's trying to decide if you deserve to walk away from this? Or maybe he'll take out the pistol you saw tucked away earlier and end it for you right here and now. Your brains would paint the red brick and leave a lovely surprise for the poor bastard who'd find you later.

Thankfully for you, Dude blinks. He reaches up and shifts his shades back properly.

You think that he's going to leave- tuck his dick away and go on with his list of bullshit and you let your tense shoulders drop, a breath you didn't realize you were holding softly slips from your nostrils.

Then, Dude breaks the moment.

It's almost sunset in Paradise by the time you're able to start dinner. The water you had boiling on the stove is now rapid and you let out a small breath as you crack the noodles in your hand in half to add to the pot.

Your ears twitch as the sound of the screen door swinging open rings out behind you. The creaking of the trailer's door signals Dude's return.

You had sent him off with a kiss and a wish of good luck before he left this morning to go to his interview and now he's back.

You lift your head to give him a greeting but the words die on your lips when you take in his state. He looks drained; Heavy bags rest under his usual dreamy eyes and there's a frown stretched on his handsome face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You ask, leaving behind the pot of boiling noodles, but not before turning the heat low so they don't burn. You approach, keeping your hands to yourself for the time being in case he doesn't want to be touched. 

Dude sighs, and for a moment you think he looks like he might just blow his brains out, but instead he reaches out and pulls you into a tight embrace. You reciprocate the hold quickly, pulling him into a gentle caress. Your arms reach up his back to run your comforting hands along his shoulder blades.

His face gets buried into your shoulder, muffling his voice as he explains the cause of his current distress.

"This god-damned town. That's what."

It's no secret that Dude hates Paradise.

Hell, you hate Paradise too. His job hunting feels like it's never ending, the people are too brash and loud and stupid and God forbid you walk down the street without witnessing a crime or have it happen to you. You give him a slight hum in agreement, there's nothing you can say currently to take away his emotions, so you pull him closer into the embrace and dig your fingers in deeper, trying to massage the tension away.

You both stay there for a moment, just holding each other and trying to let the waves of stress fall off Dude's shoulders. The pasta can wait, right now you have your most important person to attend to.

You pull back slightly from the hold and pepper his stubble lined jawline with kisses, making him huff out a noise of amusement. "Knock it off. I don't deserve anything like that." He mutters.

You scoff and pull him back even closer. Your gentle kisses turn to soft nibbles that move down onto his neck, causing him to shiver.

You let your lips linger a moment before replying, whispering into the crook of his neck. "You deserve plenty. Dealing with so much bullshit to try and make ends meet for us... I'd say that deserves something extra special." You coo, nibbling along his Adams apple.

Dude lets out a noise, something between a whine and a growl.

You wrap your hand around the tie on his neck, tugging him along after you as you move, pulling him towards the bedroom you two share before spinning and pushing him down onto the bed back first.

He lands with a small huff and lifts to his shoulders. Dude watches through his lashes, his face softening the more he looks at you.

You crawl onto his lap, leaning over him as you stare down. "You're so handsome." You say to him with your low tone that sends him dizzy.

Slowly, you hook a finger into the knot on his tie, tugging it loose. It's discarded to the side and each button on his white shirt is given attention as you slowly undo each one, taking your time. Unveiling his chest and body hair that you love so much.

Your eyes locked to his as he shivers with want.

"Just let me handle everything, okay? I'm gonna make it all better." You request, smiling when he just nods dumbly.

His eyes shine with the realization of what's happening and Dude drops his head, eyes staring up at the ceiling in an almost dazed state.

You know his last relationship was unhealthy to say the least. The poor thing is probably so pent up from being cheated on so much. He's not used to anyone handling him.

You slide down to your knees, perching yourself between his spread legs.

You undo his belt, biting your lip to satiate the lingering desire to taste him as soon as possible.

The buildup is more for him than you, you have to keep reminding yourself.

The button and zipper are done quickly and then you make him lift as you shimmy his pants and undies down to his thighs.

Dude's half hard cock twitches at the rush of cool air that hits it and you giggle at the way it moves, watching as it slowly lifts in attention. Dude frowns, giving you a playful pinch.

He lifts to his elbows again to watch you. "Shut up." He groans.

You apologize, muttering it out before taking his half hard cock into your hand and kissing along the head.

He shivers, hissing through his teeth and throwing his head back.

"Don't play with me. Just get on with it. Please?" He pouts, frowning down at you. You nod and stick out your tongue, trailing it over the slit, licking away any precum that spills. Dude shudders, shoulders dropping, and brows lifting, the tension leaving as finally you meet his cock with the attention he wants.

You hum in satisfaction before spitting into your hand and giving him a few lazy strokes to lube him up just right.

"You're so perfect." You say to him, watching him melt and his eyes roll with ecstasy. "So handsome."

Dude whimpers. His body shudders with each tug and he digs his hands into the bedding, the fabric snags and threatens to rip under his grip.

You let out a small chuckle, barely audible before you lean in and take his head into your mouth. He hisses like he's been burned and it only encourages you more. You take him deeper, slowly to not gag on his length, and when you're able to start moving he's practically already wanting to burst down your throat. He never could last long.

His hand moves into your hair, snagging the strands into his fist, careful not to pull or yank. You appreciate the gentleness he always afforded you.

You make a show of moving.

Slowly, you bob your head up and down, your nose meeting his trimmed red pubes each time you take him as far as possible and the smell of his musk makes you want to tear into him like a gift.

Watching him through your lashes, you relish in the sight of his teeth gritted and his handsome face contorting with pleasure. You're going to ruin him one day.

"Fuck! Baby- I can't do this." He whines, hips bucking uncontrollably up into you. You gag slightly at the unexpected thrust and it only makes him cry out again. He liked hearing you gag? You bank that information for later and speed up. Your noodles are still cooking after all.

Dude throws his head back. You watch as his Adams apple bobs with a swallow and you hum in appreciation. The vibrations make him hiss out in blissed out joy.

"God damn! Keep going!" He requests and you oblige. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing, quickly moving up and down. Spit gathers, spilling from your mouth and it works to just move you faster.

You lift a hand and take his balls into it. Holding them gently while you massage each one delicately, feeling them twitch and tighten under your warm grip.

Dude lets out a small groan and tugs your hair slightly.

"Right there! Fuck! Fuck! I love you! I love you, you're so fucking-!!" He spills, both his words and his come.

You swallow, trying your best not to gag on the salty spend. Slowly, you stop and take extra care in sucking him clean.

Each movement from here out just makes him whine and whimper in ways that make you want to tear him apart more.

When he calms, you pull off slowly, letting the saliva strings trail after you. You watch them break and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Dude weakly watches, still looking exhausted but now it's because of pleasure and not annoyance. He lets out a breath and gives you a small weak chuckle.

"Forgot how good you are at that." He muses, running a hand through his hair.

You give him a grin and lift back to the bed, admiring his appearance before leaning over him again. He pulls you into a kiss, one that's all romance and passion and you wonder if he can taste himself on your tongue. You pull away after a moment, grinning at him.

"Shower. Dinner is almost done and then we can get to dessert."

Dude lifts a brow.

"Are you dessert?" He asks.

Your grin turns sly. You nod and he shoots up before you can say anything else, stripping his clothes on the way to the bathroom.