#thunderbun

Erastus, contrary to the waiter’s belief, was more than interested in Zeus’ affections. It simply didn’t show on his face. Gently, he returned the tap of Zeus’ toe against his by sliding the side of his foot along his calf. He felt Zeus shiver and a spark of delight warmed his belly. This was what he loved. For as powerful as the man before him was, he was putty in Erastus’ hands with the barest of touches.

“So… Your dessert?” The waiter attempted to interrupt.

Zeus waved his hand at him, his voice husky and gaze unwavering from Erastus. “Yes, yes, we are getting to that. Give us time, right, bunny?”

All Erastus did was nod, his chin cradled in his palm as he continued to use both of his feet to seduce his lover under the table. Each action, the waiter was unaware of, even the growing bulge in Zeus’ pants went completely unnoticed in his irritation. Miraculously considering how big that particular package was. A feeling heightened as the waiter witnessed him not-so-subtly attempt to wipe sauce from his fingers onto the table cloth. No shame, this man.

“I will come back when you have made your decision. Please, flag me down when you do.”

Too focused on their own growing flirtations, neither man paid him any attention. Erastus’ gaze was fixated on Zeus, his eyes half-lidded and a familiar spark in their depths. One that his lover shared. He wondered how far he could stoke Zeus’ desire before he was spirited away to the nearest shadowy corner. Knowing him, he may even jump him at the table right here and now. With a pleased burn in his lower belly, Erastus allowed Zeus to take the lead. His foot trailed up Erastus’ leg to push open his thighs.

“Bet you’re wet already,” Zeus rumbled, uncaring of who heard. He seemed to realize his volume and snapped his jaw shut with a click of his teeth. His manager informed him that he couldn’t afford another scandal. Most, but not all, thoughts of taking Erastus at the table were unceremoniously flushed down his brain toilet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his salvation.

A public bathroom.

Attempting to be discreet now, he adjusted himself in his too tight jeans and jerked his head in the direction of the bathroom.

Erastus let out a soft snort. “Right.”p

Without wasting a moment, the two beelined toward the restroom. Anticipation warmed Erastus’ skin as Zeus placed his hand against his lower back to lead him where he wanted him to go. It was a possessive gesture, one that went straight to Erastus’ groin. It slipped both men’s minds to lock the door behind them, too caught up in what was soon to come rather than take precautions. Erastus could smell Zeus, his cologne heady as it mixed with the scent of his arousal. Playfully, he brushed his knuckle against Zeus’ bulge, gentle enough to pretend like it wasn’t on purpose.

Under his breath, Zeus growled. “Keep that up and I won’t wait until we’re in a stall.”

As if Erastus would complain.

Zeus opened the farthest stall — the family stall, as it was the one big enough to fit them both without discomfort. In his excitement, he bullied Erastus in through the threshold, his motions rough with his delight. Erastus allowed it with nary a complaint. That was Zeus for you. He had already long accepted this man and all his faults, there was no use in getting upset about it now. Not when he was about to get fucked so good he likely wouldn’t be able to stand. Erastus’ hand was already in his pocket, reaching for the small bottle of lube that he kept handy for moments like these. It was always good to be prepared. Zeus spied the movement and couldn’t help but admire him for how prepared he always was in times like these. It didn’t hurt that it also made him feel very desired. His cock throbbed, aching for touch, and to tide himself over, Zeus began massaging himself through his jeans.

Fuck, he couldn’t wait anymore. Erastus’ eyes widened, though not in surprise, at Zeus’ sudden grip. He was bent at the knees, his thighs hooked under Zeus’ arms as he lifted him with ease. It almost made him drop the lube.

“C’mere, bunny,” He murmured as he nuzzled against him. His beard scratched pleasantly against Erastus’ skin. Slowly, he ground his bulge against his soaked crotch. “Need to be inside of you. Take those damn pants off.”

“Working on it.” Obediently, and while held aloft — a talent of its own — Erastus unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, his pussy bare for Zeus to admire. Erastus’ nose twitched under a pleased sniff. “You love it.”

Hooking his leg on his hip, Zeus used his free hand to undo his belt and free his cock. “You know I do, baby.”

It took quite a bit of core strength to keep himself wrapped around Zeus’ waist, but the sight of his lover lining himself up to his entrance kept Erastus’ complaints to himself. Zeus was huge, he always had been, and the burn mixed with sparks of pleasure as Erastus’ engorged dick was stimulated by his lover’s cock. Hot breath washed over Erastus’ face. It smelled like the spaghetti that Zeus had eaten for dinner, a fact far at the back of Erastus’ mind as he felt him knead his ass. As Zeus slowly sank deeper into Erastus’ tight heat, it took everything in his power to simply enjoy it and not start thrusting with wild abandon. Enjoy each clench of Erastus’ velvety walls around his shaft. The way his head fell back as Zeus bottomed out. For a moment, he remained still, buried to the root inside of his man’s sweet pussy, enjoying every flutter Erastus gave with each shallow thrust.

“More,” Erastus borderline demanded and Zeus felt himself grin.

“If that’s what my bunny wants, that’s what my bunny gets.”

Meanwhile, the waiter noticed, with dawning horror, that his patrons had disappeared. On the forefront of his mind was whether or not Zeus was a dine-and-dasher. If that was the case, the waiter had no qualms airing out a celebrity’s dirty laundry on social media. Especially not when such an expensive meal would be taken out of his paycheck.

In a fury, the waiter stormed around the restaurant, searching for his patrons. They weren’t by the fountain, nor the host stand. The only place that he hadn’t checked was the bathrooms. He turned to see a disgusted man hurry out of the men’s room and indignation boiled in the waiter’s chest. This was it, he was going to give these two a piece of his mind, job be damned.

So angry, the waiter didn’t even recognize what he was hearing until he was halfway to the family stall. Loud, baritone grunts filled the small room, followed by the sound of wet squelching. A flush warmed the waiter’s face, and his cock began to swell in his slacks. Hurriedly, so as not to be caught, he slipped into a nearby stall and sat on the toilet. Next to him were his patrons, in the middle of a sneaky fuck. Little moans escaped Erastus as Zeus lazily rocked his hips against his.Though he couldn’t see either of them, what he could hear was enough to paint a vivid picture. Zeus was inside of Erastus, slowly fucking as deep as he could go with shallow thrusts. He wondered if Erastus could feel it in his cervix. Each thought and sound went straight to the waiter’s cock, growing harder and harder by the second.

This was wrong. He shouldn’t be sitting here, listening to this. Someone needed to stop them!

It wasn’t until sparks of pleasure lanced up his spine did he realize he was palming himself through his slacks. His breathing got heavier, though he took care to stifle it so that he wasn’t noticed.

Unbeknownst to them, Zeus had seen a pair of shoes in the stall next to him. A chuckle left him and he gave Erastus a particularly rough thrust to get his attention. All it served to do was make him throw his head back, his little cock pressed against Zeus’ pelvis. Erastus grinded down, enjoying the way his dick felt pressed against his lover’s heated skin.

“Eras,” Zeus tried to whisper, but it came out far louder than intended.

Erastus opened his eyes to see Zeus nodding to the pair of dress shoes in the stall next door. There was someone listening. The thought went straight to Erastus’ groin. “A show?”

Bracing himself by placing his hand against the wall, Zeus agreed, “A show.”

That was all the warning the waiter received as the lovers got louder. Zeus had sped up his thrusts, so the slap of skin on skin was audible now. It allowed the waiter to be a little louder, panting heavily as he fumbled with his belt. Though the clang of the buckle was nearly drowned out by the speed at which Erastus was being fucked, and the deep, bellowing groans that escaped Zeus, it was heard. Oh, it was heard, both Erastus and Zeus growing more aroused at the reminder of their audience.

The waiter couldn’t bring himself to masturbate with vigor. These slow, teasing strokes were all that he would allow. He fell back against the toilet and spread his legs as he pleasured himself. If he came from this, the shame would be unbearable, but fuck if he wasn’t already so close. Every moan, every thrust, from the stall next to him was going straight to his balls. He could practically feel them churning with pent up seed. How long has it been since he last got off?

“Fuck,” He muttered, earning a laugh from Zeus.

Erastus rolled his eyes and focused on the pleasure burning bright in his gut. This little game Zeus was playing, toying with the man in the stall next to him, it was all background noise to Erastus. He liked the audience, sure, but not as much as Zeus did. That man thrived in the limelight. All he knew or cared about was the pleasant stretch of his pussy as it engulfed Zeus’ cock. He could feel every ridge and vein. When it throbbed as the waiter beside them began to gasp out in pleasure, and how it began to grow the more Erastus clenched around him. The thought of being filled with Zeus’ seed made Erastus’ dick buzz as his orgasm approached at a speed he hadn’t anticipated. His stomach clenched and his thighs shook, each plowing thrust from his lover enough to make his head spin.

Despite this, it was Zeus that finished first. His cock pulsed, painting Erastus’ womb white, as a low, animal groan rumbled in the back of his throat. Riding out his release, he ground his pelvis tight against Erastus’ dick, the stimulation sending him careening off of the edge. His entire body tensed and shivered, his pussy’s fluttering milking Zeus for all he was worth.

“Oh, God…” A muttered whimper echoed from the stall. The waiter’s own orgasm had snuck up on him, ropes of white spewing from his dick and onto a wad of toilet paper. Some missed the target, coating his hand, and, more importantly, his sleeve, with sticky fluid.

For a moment, all was quiet, all three of them breathing heavily. Zeus and Erastus allowed themselves to bask in the afterglow before deciding too much time had passed. Next door, a little, shameful sob rattled in the waiter’s chest as his dick slowly grew flaccid, echoes of pleasure shooting up his shaft. Again, Zeus couldn’t risk another scandal, though he was certain, with no small amount of pride, that the whole restaurant heard how good he could fuck. Blank faced despite the seed running down his legs, Erastus wiped his thighs clean with a piece of tissue. Zeus noticed with an apologetic shrug as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

“See, you don’t need me to clean you up.”

Erastus pursed his lips into a thin line, but deigned not to gratify that wholeheartedly annoying line with a response.

The waiter held his breath, careful to remain still until his personal show left the bathroom. Only when the door shut behind them did he come out. His cock still tingled slightly, leftover traces of one of the most powerful orgasms he’d had in years. Once the coast was clear, he washed his hands clean from any lingering seed. No need to be serving hands with sticky fingers. He doubted Zeus would have the same consideration, touching everyone’s salad with cum stained fingers with barely a thought.

That man was lucky that he was hot.

At first, Zeus attempted to wait out the voyeur, only for Erastus to shoo him out of the bathroom. Erastus was tired, all he wanted to do was take a nap after what was both a fulfilling meal and a fulfilling fuck. There was no time to indulge Zeus’ whims any further, although he wouldn’t mind a round two upon returning home. Subtly, he gave the small bottle of lube in his pocket a curious shake to see if he’d need to stop by the store for more. Thankfully not. Erastus wasn’t sure if he wanted to defile another bathroom today.

Upon providing the bill, Zeus took note of the waiter’s flushed features — and the little stain on his sleeve that he had missed in his cleanup — with a grin. He didn’t bother to wait for him to leave before discussing the tip with Erastus.

“Hm, fifteen or twenty percent, bunny, which do you think?”

Erastus hummed a little, staring at the waiter with what appeared to be a blank expression. Zeus knew him enough to recognize it as one that could be categorized as ‘supremely amused.’

Zeus tapped his chin, exaggerating his thoughts. “Personally, I think I’ve tipped enough. A good nut is worth forty bucks, right?”

The waiter’s face flared a deep red, and without bothering to say anything, he stormed away, both humiliated and annoyingly aroused. Erastus plucked the bill from Zeus’ hands and left behind a fifty percent tip, leaving little room for argument. May as well compensate the poor man for his embarrassment.