#mani writes

What started out as a place to have a drink, come down from the day that passed, ended with a young thing walking up to him nervously, phone in hand. “Hi—ahem- hi!” You wave at the older man that is leaning against the bar. Skizz perks up, downing his whiskey before putting the glass down and smiling. “Hi there! You alright?” He hums and you nod. “Yeah I uhm—you’re-you’re Skizzleman right?” Your heart is racing in your chest. He’s so much bigger up close. You’ve heard the stories of course. The way he looms over anyone, the way he can swamp anyone with one of those hugs. But you didn’t realise how true those stories were until right this moment. Everything about him screams big. Broad torso, strong arms and long, muscular legs make him look even bigger than already he is.

“Yeah, buddy!” His face lights up and you can’t help but feel a little giddy. You fiddle with your phone a bit.

“Oh my—gosh uhm—would you m-mind taking a photo with me?” And he nods happily. The two of you snap a picture, something you will cherish forever. To your surprise, the man sits you down next to him and invites you to talk about things. You’re…surprised but not a lot. He’s always been described as a sociable guy and who are you to turn down a conversation between your favourite content creator?

As the evening goes on, as the two of you enjoy a drink or three, you slowly make your way over to the dance floor. You feel looser and so does he, from the way he’s dragging you over. A small part of your brain is telling you this is wrong, that an older man -let alone someone with arguably more power and influence than you- is spending this much time with you. But you aren’t thinking straight. You haven’t been ever since you caught a whiff of musk lingering on his button up.

The club is warm, and smoky. Bright lights obscure almost any view of people who aren’t standing closer than three feet from you.

Luckily for you, Skizz is amazingly close.

You shudder when he places a hand on your side, moving you to the rhythm of the music. You should pull away, you should tell him it’s late, you should say you’re not 21 yet, you should—his hand moves lower. Ghosts over the small of your back and you look up at him. He leans down, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, “you think I should let you go?” One bad decision after another, you shake your head.

“Please. Don’t let go.” You whisper back.

You can feel the way his lips curl up into a smile from the way his stubble brushes against the side of your face. “Good. That’s what I like to hear.”

For a moment nothing happens, you and him move alongside one another to the music. Your heart skips a beat when you feel a bulge prod against you. One part of you hoped it would go this way. But you never dared to imagine it, it’s such a filthy thought. It’s so wrong.

He knows you know. His hands roam over your body. One reaches up to the back of your neck, squeezes and forces a groan out of you. The other moves from your waist to—your breath hitches when his fingers brush against your cunt through your jeans.

“You’re so easy baby. Just lettin’ me do whatever I want huh? How many old men do you let feel you up this way?” Your knees buckle, pushing down into his touch.

“I’ve never—done anything like this..” you whisper out after a tick of silence. Skizz’s breath hitches.

“Is that so, sweetheart? Am I special? Hm? I bet you came up to me hoping this would happen. Hoping I would touch you? Tell me, love, do you touch yourself to my voice when you’re watching my stuff?” You chew your lip—what an invasive, hot question. You nod and a deep chuckle rumbles from Skizz’s chest.

Deft fingers undo the buttons of your jeans and they ghost over the waistband of your underwear. Surely he has noticed you’re trans by now but it doesn’t seem to matter to him.

You let out a low whine as his fingers trail closer and closer to you. The had previously on the nape of your neck has now travelled down, slipping down into your trousers and squeezing at the soft flesh of your bare ass.

His hand teasing your underwear move away and you can’t help but whine out. It’s quickly stifled by two fingers being pressed into your mouth though. You gag on them, tongue flicking between the digits. Eyes half lidded, you look up at Skizz. He’s not much better. Pupils blown, rosy colour dusting his face.

“Suck baby. Gotta make sure this all goes smoothly.” And you do just that, sucking hard on his fingers and leaving the coated in spit.

He pulls away, hand on your ass moving back up to hold you steady by your back. His now slicked up fingers move down to your underwear again and—fuck- they—they slip in. They prod at your hole before pushing past your rim. You shudder, knees buckling again. He holds you up skillfully, full of experience.

“Do you even touch yourself baby? Fuck you’re tight…” The angle is a little akward but he manages, curling up against your walls. You whine, burying your head in his chest and breathing in his scent. The smell of sweat and a hint of cologne fill your senses.

“N—not a lot. Not there—“ You gasp when his fingers curl again. “Shh…shh baby. Can’t have anyone hear ya losing your virginity to some random old guy. How embarrassing would that be?” Suddenly the room feels a lot more compact, you’re hyper aware of all the people around you. Potential eyes that would catch a glimpse of you falling apart.

Nevertheless you grind down on his hand, ball of his thumb brushing against your dick. It feels heavenly, fucking yourself on his fingers. A third finger worms its way in and you—you don’t know how long you can keep yourself standing. Skizz notices, clearly.

“Here.” His free hand pats your behind and the other pulls away. You whine but he tuts. “Shh sweetheart. Just come with me. Trust me.” And trust him you do- god you would trust him with your life if he asked you to.

He stalks his way over to one of the free couches, pats his lap and oh. Oh. It all clicks in your mind. You sit down on his lap carefully, letting his hands roam over your body like before until he whispers in your ear to tug your trousers down just enough. And you do, wriggling out of your trousers. It looks as though they’re still on for anyone facing you but in reality your cunt is now exposed to him. When you turn your head to look at him you see it, him licking his lips at your fresh, virgin pussy. All for him.

Lifting his own hips up slightly, he tugs his boxers and jeans down a little. Your breathing picks up when you feel his cock, thick, throbbing, hot, rubbing against your underside.

“Here, I’ll help you.”

He takes your hips and move you up slightly just until the tip of his dick is poking at your hole. It’s gonna be a stretch, you can feel it. Slowly but surely he slides you down his cock. With every other inch -every delicious inch- you feel your composure slipping away until—“there we go…all pretty on my dick.” He holds your hips tightly, refusing to let you leave. You feel so incredibly full of him. Your pussy throbs around him. You can’t believe it—losing your virginity here, in public, in some random club, to one of your favourite people in the world. How lucky.

You give a tentative grind down and Skizz chuckles. “So needy baby. You sure you’re a virgin? You’re almost as desperate as a real slut…” he moves your hips up a bit before letting you fall down. The tip of his cock bumps into your cervix, making you squeal.

He repeats that a few times, moving you up and down on his cock. Carefully, so that no one sees. You’re in a secluded corner, surrounded by smoke and dim lights. No one will see, surely. But the thrill makes you impossibly wet around him. He can tell, chuckling in your ear.

“You like this baby? Getting fucked in public like you’re some kind of whore?” He makes you bounce on his cock, just enough to be invisible to anyone else watching. “Ye—yes.” You gasp, clenching around him again. Skizz groans at the feeling.

“I’m gonna cum inside you soon.” It’s not a question, it’s a warning. A statement. He sounds way too put together for someone having sex in public. It makes you wonder how often he does this.

“Please-“ you sniffle, reaching down to your front to tease your cock through your jeans but your hand is roughly pulled away. “Ah ah baby,” Skizz tuts, “don’t want anyone to see, do we?” His hips shock up into you and you whine. “Nn—no…no we d-don’t..” you feel the way his cock pulses inside of you, the way his pubes brush against your folds.

“So close…” he puts his head on your shoulder and breathes in deep, just like you did before. You almost moan out loud when his teeth scrape over the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Say my name-“ he whispers, bucking his hips up rougher by the second. So far for being stealthy. “Skizz—“ he shakes his head. “It’s A…Andy. Say it.” So far for sounding put together, too.

“Andy.” You gasp and he bites down on your flesh before cumming hard inside of you. You feel the way his seed fills you, slowly leaking out of you onto his jeans.

“Shit.” Andy grunts, lifting you up a little to see the damage. “I should clean you up, shouldn’t I?” He sounds winded, out of breath. Lets you fall down on his softening dick and you squirm. “Give you a treat for being such a good boy…” you can’t help but nod eagerly.

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"You thought I wouldn't notice?" Skizz snickers, tugging on the little chain connecting three of Impulse's piercings. He said - he swore that he didn't have any piercings - not anymore. But Skizz knows differently. Especially when he caught the noise of slight jingling under Impulse's jersey when he dived in for a hug. Or when he caught the feeling of a beaded chain under said shirt, right under his hand.

"You just can't help but be a slut, can't you, Dop?" Skizz chuckles when Impulse whines softly and leans into the tug on his piercings. A beautiful golden chain connecting looped rings on his nipples as well as a similarly looped piercing that adorns his cock. Every pull Skizz does, every little bit of movement, makes Impulse squirm with need. Pre is drooling from his tip and coating the pretty jewellery until it looks polished.

"Just gonna take our jerseys off, god knows those are soaked after that!" Skizz had told their fellow Hermits after MCC, "especially Impulse's. Haha, darn sweat."

Now both men stood in front of one another, shirts off and pants uncomfortably tight. For Skizz, at least. For Impulse? His trousers are pooled around his ankles and his underwear is neatly tucked under his throbbing balls.

"I can tell you want me to touch you," an evil expression coats his face, "give you a prize for being the big winner today. But honestly? this is such more fun. Should get you a pretty, heavy medal to hang from your sensitive cock and nips. Fuck...when we're home you're in for something, whore."

"Andy...please." Impulse gasps when the Y-shaped chain is being tugged on. His nipples are throbbing deliciously and his cock hurts so good. "You--I'll do anything..." He's leaning against an unused desk that is being stored in the storage closet the two are uncomfortably stuffed into.

"What's that about celibacy?" Skizz's hand is - god. It's covering his dick. Oli whines, chewing on his lip as Skizz jacks him off fast and hard and rough. His calloused fingers feel fucking phenomenal against his glans every time they reach the tip. The way Skizz squeezes him - it makes him feel like he's being milked for his cum.

His back his pressed against equipment he can't be bothered to worry about right now. The light from the hallway is peeking out from under the door, illuminating the storage room just enough.

"We all know you're no innocent little boy, Oli. Fuck, look at you." Skizz is biting his lip as his hand drags up and down, up and down. "The virgin part I'm not sure about yet." He hums as he lifts his free hand up to Oli's mouth. Eagerly the younger of the two takes two of his fingers, suckling on them and wetting them properly. He's not even sure why, his brain is just filled with Skizz, Skizz, Skizz, faster, harder, more.

When the fingers are being pulled away Oli whines needly, mouth chasing after them. "Shh...don't worry pretty boy. Just gotta make sure I've got a real virgin under me, hm?" Skizz hums with a predatory undertone. Oli jumps when he feels one of Skizz's fingers prod against his hole, slowly worming its way inside. "Shh shh...I know it's a weird feeling, love. You gotta get used to it. Once you do, it's gonna feel so good." Skizz coos. The hand on Oli's cock has since slowed, reduced to slow pumps as he works a finger into his ass.

"I'll tell you what," Skizz grunts, curling his finger against a spot that makes Oli cry out from under him, "you're certainly tight enough to be a virgin. Fucking hell, Oli."

"Skizz," Oli hiccups, hips bucking up and down - not sure which way to seek for more pleasure. Skizz shuts him up with a gentle kiss. "It's Andy. Now, go on. Let me hear you unravel for me, sweetheart."

“Look at you…” Skizz’s breath ghosts over his neck and his stubble scratches the shell of his ear. His hands are working on his nipples and Impulse can see all of it. All of himself, in the mirror in front of him.The way his cock is leaking for attention. How he’s all dressed up in pink for his friend. He can see the mascara running down his cheeks. Skizz explicitly told him to not get waterproof mascara (do you know how much of a pain it is to find non-waterproof mascara these days? Seriously, does no one want to see tear stained cheeks anymore?)

His cock is trapped in a pink cage and he can see precum dribbling through the bars. It’s hot. Never in his life has he looked at himself and thought he was hot. But thanks to Skizz–thanks to his best friend, he can see it. Every inch of him was made to be looked at, he’s sure. The way he’s dusted with pink blush across nearly every surface and the way he can see sweat beading on his forehead, surely ruining his make up.

He can feel Skizz’s dick deep inside of him, unmoving but hard as a rock. He knows it gets Skizz going to see him like this, loving himself, enjoying himself. He should know, he can feel his cock throb after all.

“You want more, princess?” Skizz’s thumb and index finger tweak his nipples and Impulse gasps, rocking back into his touch. “I–I want whatever you give me…” Impulse whimpers despite wanting more. More touch, more pleasure, more praise, more Skizz. 

“I know you’re lying, pretty girl. Go on, tell Daddy what you want.” One of his fingers tug on his collar, making the thick fog in his brain only grow thicker. “Want…want daddy…mm please..” Impulse’s hips shock up, seeking for attention. 

“How do you want Daddy, baby?” The grin in his voice is audible. It’s predatory and wanting. “Want Daddy to fuck me…” Impulse chews on his lips, fingers fiddling with the hem of his skirt. 

“Where, baby? Come on, I taught you better than this.” Skizz gives a gentle, encouraging love tap to his thigh. 

Impulse pouts but reaches behind himself to show off his already filled out hole to Skizz. “In–In my pussy please, Daddy…”