#adelulf

Chun-Li:Chun-Li would be really overwhelmed at first, but would just end up buying herself a very secluded home with a large library to house any and every book she could ever want. Most of her money would probably get spent on rare and expensive finds from around the world, as well as first editions and autographed tomes.

Adelulf:We all know good and well what Adelulf would mostly be using these millions on: women. He’d probably get himself a harem, move into a mansion with them that has a pool and a butler, and then spend every single other penny he has getting as many dogs as he can fit in the mansion and spoiling them forever. His current dog, Rufus, is going to get extra pampered because Rufus is his child - the only one he acknowledges, anyway.

Adelulf was ready to leave: beard trimmed, hair waxed down, and aftershave on. There was a show at Foxxxhole he wanted to catch and then it was straight to the nightclub where, luck providing, he’d find at least one girl willing to go home with him after. Everything was on schedule and according to plan. Everything, that was, except the unexpected blonde lurking on his doorstep.

Lennan had been about to knock when Adelulf opened the door. He took one look up at him and then turned his head away, a small pout on his lips. “You’re going out, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Won’t you stay in instead?” the Irishman asked, his eyes still firmly focused on the floor. “With me?”

Adelulf laughed. “On a Saturday night? No.”

He went to stride past when Lennan stepped in his path, arms hugged tight around the coat he was wearing. His cheeks were red and he was biting his lip as he slowly moved his hands to open it and reveal what was underneath. Or rather, that is, what wasn’t. Skimpy lingerie was the only thing protecting him from baring all, its tight black lace snug against his white skin. He was even wearing suspenders, stockings, and a pair of strappy black heels. Perhaps those, in hindsight, Adelulf should’ve noticed beforehand.

“D-Do you want to stay in with me now?” Lennan asked, gripping the sides of his coat with shaking hands.

Adelulf’s eyes went wide. And yet he still gave the answer Lennan desperately didn’t want to hear. “No.”

His heart sank. The blush that covered his face deepened as he went to close his coat again, desperate to flee as quickly as possible. The only thing that stopped him was Adelulf stepping towards him, almost pressing his body up against his half-naked form, and gripping his chin tightly. There were tears starting to form in his eyes when the Lycan forced him to tilt his head up. Why did he have to fall for him like this? Why him, of all the men?

“You’re going to come out with me instead.”

Now it was Lennan’s turn to be shocked. His mouth opened just enough for Adelulf to push his tongue past his parted lips, kissing him deeply and making him whine where he stood.

“I’d do that coat up if I were you,” Adelulf murmured, stroking a finger along his jaw. “That is, of course, unless you want everyone to see what you’re wearing for me?” His other hand gripped his waist and tugged him closer. Lennan was cold in the autumn chill. He’d have to find a way to warm him up later. “To see what a slut you really are underneath it all?”

Lennan swallowed hard. It was Adelulf he’d wanted to be leaving breathless and yet he was the one stood here with his cock steadily hardening and a face like sun-ripened tomatoes. “Aren’t you going out to pick up girls?”

“I was,” he admitted. “But maybe something else can keep me entertained instead.”

Lennan tried to hide the smile that spread across his lips. He drew back, pulling his coat back around himself and tying it firmly shut. He should’ve been wearing something warmer in this weather but this pea-coat hugged his slender curves in a way he couldn’t resist showing off to the older man. It shouldn’t have made him so happy to draw Adelulf away from the groups of women that sat in his regular booth at the club. He knew, deep down, that he shouldn’t have been dedicating himself to a man that he had to compete for the attention of in the first place. And yet now, the same as every other time he had done it, a warm feeling spread through his body and filled his heart. Adelulf’s arm around his waist, his breath on his ear, his kisses on his neck... He yearned for them all. It wasn’t like the lycan hadn’t told him what he was setting himself up for when he’d confessed to him all those months ago. He knew full well that Adelulf would never be the perfect ideal man. He didn’t want him to be. He simply wouldn’t be the Adelulf he’d fallen in love with if he was.

“We’re going to Foxxxhole first aren’t we?” Lennan asked, watching the route they were taking from Adelulf’s place. It was only a few streets away - that, he was sure, must’ve been by design.

“Oh?” Adelulf smirked as he pulled his arm tighter around Lennan’s middle, hearing his heels click on the pavement as he teetered a little closer. “Have I taken you there so many times now that you know where we’re going from the off?”

“Maybe...” He bit his lip. “Can I sit on your lap once we get there?”

He got a soft chuckle in return. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As soon as the club came into sight, it became clear why Adelulf had been so desperate to come - the posters on the outer walls were advertising a special performance by Morrigan. One where, it promised, she was going to bare all. Lennan didn’t mind that the lycan always came to her shows. He didn’t even mind that, according to the man himself, he knew her. In the biblical sense, of course. All that really mattered was that when Adelulf took a seat as close to the stage as possible, he pulled Lennan into his lap just like he’d promised, hooked an arm around his middle and kept him firmly in place. Lennan could feel his every movement like that. Especially the one between his legs that formed a tent at the front of his trousers and pressed up against Lennan’s ass. All he had to do was spread his thighs and push back.

“That eager already?” Adelulf half-grunted into his ear. “The night’s only just begun.”

Lennan rolled his hips and ground up against him. “Aren’t you talking to yourself there?” he asked. “I could do this for hours... I don’t think you’d last nearly as long.”

Adelulf’s fingers tensed around him and wrenched him ever closer, drawing a soft whine past his lips. “You wanna bet on it?”

Those words alone made Lennan’s eyes widen. He bit his lip, sounding a little out of breath when he spoke. “What’s your price?” It was a question he felt sure he’d regret asking.

“If I’m the one that can’t stand it anymore, then you win. We’ll go straight home and I’ll spend the night in with you, just like you wanted. No-one else taking my attention...” He leant further in, his lips brushing at Lennan’s ear as he spoke. “But if I win and you beg me to fuck you like I know you inevitably will then we aren’t going anywhere. We’ll be staying out all night. Don’t worry though, I’ll still be fucking you - in whatever club toilet happens to be closest. The only real question here is that, when you stagger out of the stall barely able to walk, will you do your best to hold all of my cum inside you or will you let it leak out, trailing down your leg where anyone could see it?”

Lennan felt ashamed to admit it but he was already ready to beg. He might’ve wanted to spend hours in Adelulf’s bed when he’d first gone to his house earlier that evening but now, perched in an armchair with the outline of a girthy cock spreading his ass cheeks far apart, he wanted nothing more than to stay just where they were. “Then, please...” he started, having to stop when Adelulf’s tight grip threatened to draw a moan past his lips. “Please fuck me, Adelulf. I-I want it. I want it so bad.”

“Shh,” Adelulf cooed. “Don’t worry. Just as soon as the show’s over, you’ll get your fucking. You deserve it.” His hands snaked up under Lennan’s coat, stroking along his stockings until he reached the bare skin above them. “For wearing this... just for me.” For just a moment, he released him. Then a hard smack came across his thighs. “Even if you have taken over my Saturday night.”

Adelulf lowered his drink, peering over the top of the rim. He’d been alone in his regular booth at the club but now, almost on cue, a pretty blonde had showed up to greet him. She had her hands on her hips and when she leant to one side, the large slit in her dress revealed the stockings that clung to her thighs.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked.

“For you?” He put his glass down and smirked. “Never.”

She slid onto the cushioned seating beside him. As soon as she was in range, Adelulf’s arm wrapped around her shoulders and tugged her closer, almost dragging her straight onto his lap entirely.

“You must be new around here,” he said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. “I’d have noticed someone this beautiful before.”

Her cheeks flared red and she chuckled. “Oh, I’m not new.”

“Then why haven’t you come over to say hello before?”

She placed a hand on his thigh and squeezed, gripping it tighter as she moved in closer. Their lips were almost touching when she finally spoke. “Because you’re always sat with all those other girls and I want you all to myself.”

Adelulf’s eyes widened for but a moment. His smirk returned just as quickly. “So you don’t like to share?” he asked. With a harsh tug, he pulled her into his lap, his arm moving to wrap around her waist and hold her in place. “Or do you just need a lot of attention?”

The smile on her face grew as she pushed back, grinding up against him. “Both.”

He was getting hard now; they could both feel it. His legs spread further open and she moved her hips in response, the thin silk of her dress pulling taut and pressing to the lines of her ass cheeks.

“No knickers?” Adelulf asked with an amused chuckle.

“Maybe...” she responded. “You’ll just have to check.”

He didn’t need telling twice. His hand trailed over her thigh and past the slit in her skirt, stroking over her skin up to the crack of her ass. Two of his fingers pressed up and felt lacy fabric beneath them. There wasn’t much of it there - it petered out into a single string of elastic wedged between her cheeks.

“A thong?” His fingers hooked around the elastic and tugged. “You really are trying to get my attention.” He let go. The elastic snapped back against her, whipping her asshole and bringing a sweet cry past her lips. Adelulf laughed. “I might just have to reward you for all this effort you’ve made.”

His grip on her waist tightened as his other hand remained firmly on her ass. He rubbed at her hole, circling it around and around, before starting to push inside. She gasped. Her fingers tensed up, curling around the sleeve of his shirt, groaning as the gentle movements slowly turned into a hard finger-fucking. She might’ve came if he hadn’t pulled them away just as quickly.

“What about my reward?” she asked through breathy pants.

“You’re getting it - don’t worry.”

The sound of his zip underneath her caught her by surprise. Rather than fingers at her entrance, it was now his cock that pressed against it, rock-hard and ready to pound her.

All of a sudden, the feminine tone “she” had been putting on faded away. “O-Out here?” Lennan stammered. “But what if someone sees?”

“What if someone sees?” Adelulf tutted. “But I thought that was what you wanted. Did you think I hadn’t noticed that smug, self-satisfied grin you were giving to every blonde that passed us by?”

“Sh-Shut up,” Lennan half-grunted, the tips of his ears flaring red.

Adelulf leant in, whispering to him softly. “If you don’t want my cock inside you Lennan, then all you have to do is say so.”

The boy’s eyes widened. He licked his red painted lips, twitching as Adelulf’s tip brushed his rim again, before he finally gave his answer. “N-No, I... I want it.”

“Then beg me for it.”

Only the make-up on his face was saving Lennan from becoming the shade of a tomato. “Please fuck me,” he mumbled.

“Where?”

“Fuck... F-Fuck me in my ass. Right here. In public.”

Only then did Adelulf push inside him. His thrust was hard but steady, stretching him open and parting his cheeks around him. Ever so slowly, bit by bit, he sank in deeper. Never stopping, never pausing, until Lennan was sat on him flush, able to feel Adelulf’s balls brush against the back of his thighs. He was whimpering already and having to look out in front of him at all the people dancing and drinking, close enough to see just what was going on if they paid attention, was only making it worse.

“Aren’t you going to moan for me, Lennan?” he asked. “You always do whenever I take you home.”