#top!boo

He wants to keep it low-key (for obvious reasons) so it happens that night in a hotel room. He's all over the meat of your thighs, the broadness of your shoulders, the little trail of hair leading down from your navel, but most of all he wants you all over him. You know he's strong (you've seen him lift) but underneath you, it's like he finally lets go. Neither of you want to waste time with much foreplay, a moment of his balls in your mouth and he's begging for your cock in his ass, to fuck him in ways a woman just cant satisfy. You've been admiring him from afar for a while and now you can finally appreciate his puffy lips up close, the smell of his sweat under his usual cologne, how pretty those deep eyes are when he's looking at you as though he's ready to die by your hand. He's on his back when he comes all over his own belly, your palm wet with spit and pre-cum flat against the underside of his cock while you're fucking him slowly, his weakness pooling into his belly button, his expression more red and aching than you've ever seen him at the gym or on stage, just for you. 

Girls are fine, Bojan guesses. But there's nothing quite like being under someone bigger and stronger than he is, hair and musk and deep grunting. Why do you think he started doing combat sports in the first place? Someone to throw him around for a change, to take care of him like he needs. It took a while for him to let his guard down around you, to quit performing. It started with playful teasing; a little contact here, a little innuendo there. You went to the same gym (sweaty in the changing rooms, adjacent showers, spotting for each other) and he invited you to a show when he found out there was an overlap in your music tastes. You didn't think someone like him would be into you but you catch him looking at you in a way that is definitely not just friendly. Only after a dirty text from him late at night when he's obviously drunk (which he apologised profusely for the following morning) do you decide to risk making a move. A hand on his ass and a word in his ear when no one is looking. That's all it takes.

Wouldn't Nace be the cutest guy ever to take shopping for your first strap? The blush on his cheeks at all the huge ones in fancy colours - eventually you'd pick something more subtle. This is all about him after all, you want him to feel comfortable.

But perhaps he's a little too comfortable? He already has prostate massager that he's let you use on him, but this is different. The taboo feeling of him being underneath you, completely at your mercy... He's hypersensitive all over from your teasing before the tip of the strap even pushes inside him, and you just know that the pathetic little noise he makes when you encourage him through that first stretch is going to feed your fantasies for years to come.