A shameless thirst blog

Downing another shot, you close your eyes as you savour the familiar burn in the back of your throat. The heavy bass of the club’s music reverberates through your body, drawing you back to the dance floor. This is the first time you’ve been back to the club in over a month, and you realize you missed this more than you thought. Plus, this place is well-known for being where to go to satisfy any craving you could possibly have.

The effects of your particular choice in shimmer variant is similar to molly and coke, the euphoria rivaling even the purest of the two drugs. However, the drug is as dangerous as it is wonderful. After only a few times it starts to lose its kick, and you're stuck taking twice the amount for half the effect. You're as careful as you can be though, planning your use and practicing lots of harm reduction for damage control. The payoff is well worth the risks in your opinion.

When you were a weekly regular at the Last Drop, you often spotted the club’s owner, Silco, gazing down at the crowded dance floor from the catwalk. A couple times you thought you caught his duo-colored eyes trained on you, but there were always so many people surrounding you, you could never be 100% sure. You glance up at the empty catwalk, feeling discouraged at the thought of not seeing him tonight. You had been working on getting in shape during your hiatus, and you rejoined the dance floor with renewed vigor.

Returning to the bar for another round of shots, you notice Silco descending the spiral staircase from the catwalk out of the corner of your eye, as if on que. Trying to pretend you don't see him you turn to face the dance floor, leaning against the bar and propping yourself up on your elbows. You tip your head back, closing your eyes in an attempt to stop the spins.

You jump slightly when you hear someone clear their throat right next to you. You bring your head back up and open your eyes to see who the noise belonged to. The sight of Silco leaning on the bar inches away from you, eyes trained on the shelves of bottles, brings a flush to your cheeks and makes it slightly harder to breathe.

“Apologies for sneaking up on you. I’ve seen you dancing from the catwalk, and when I saw you again tonight I knew I had to buy you a drink. What’s your poison?”

Questioning if you’re hallucinating or not, you can only bring yourself to point to a bottle of cheap vodka on the bottom shelf. Silco let out an unamused “hm”.

“Come on now, don’t be shy. Look on the top shelf. Do you see anything you like?” he asked, still not meeting your eyes.

Turning around fully, you had to get on your tiptoes to be able to see the uppermost shelf properly. A bottle of Facundo Neo rum caught your eye and you pointed again, still incapable of coherent speech.

“Mmm, good choice. That’s a favorite of mine as well.” he said, gesturing to the bartender and ordering two double shot rum and cokes. He places the drink next to you, his long, elegant fingers brushing against your arm. You shiver despite yourself. “What’s your name?” he asks.

You tell him, thankful your mind and body finally let you speak. “We haven’t met, but I know who you are.”

Silco chuckles, the side of his mouth quirking up in a half-smile. “I imagine you have.”

Sipping your drink perhaps a little too eagerly, you try desperately to think of something to say. Luckily Silco speaks first.

“I’ve seen you here before, and I was worried you wouldn’t come back. I hate a wasted opportunity,” he confessed, finally turning his head to meet your eyes. His face was frustratingly difficult to read, thwarting any attempt to ascertain the context of the interaction.

Finishing the last of your drink, you allow the alcohol and endorphins to soothe your nerves. “I had a similar worry. I love coming here, especially when I see you up on the catwalk. You always look so…regal,” you say, trying to keep from slurring your words.

Silco tipped his head back to down the rest of his drink, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. The image of his head tipping back in pleasure as you suck him off popped into your head.

“I noticed you using shimmer as a mixer, and I was impressed by your ingenuity. I trust the quality is to your liking?” he asked, turning to look at you once more. His eyes twitched back and forth as he studied your face.

“It’s perfect, definitely my go-to mixer. Have you ever tried it?” you inquired, matching his posture and leaning towards him slightly. The smell of old paper, tobacco and a slightly spicy scent (cloves?) drifted towards you. He shakes his head no. Standing up straight, he addresses you again.

“I have something new that hasn’t been distributed yet; it’s another form of shimmer. Would you like to come to my office and try it?” he asked casually. You could hardly believe what you were hearing.

“I would absolutely love to,” you said, smiling. He turned and walked back towards the staircase, leading you through the crowd.

~

Silco opens the door to his office and you step inside, the smell of tobacco lingering in the room from his last cigar. Closing the door behind you, he walks to his desk and opens one of the drawers, pulling out a small vial of sparkling crystals.

“Singed, my chemical engineer, came up last week. I was a fan of coke back in the day, so I was pleased to hear he had created a form of shimmer that can be crushed into a powder,” he explained, shaking out a few of the crystals onto a mirror panel. He carefully crushes the rocks with a straight razor he pulled from his vest, cutting the powder into four even lines. Finally, he pulls out a small, straw-like metal tube. A brass tip was located at one end of the tube, with elegant engravings on the silver body. You couldn’t make out what the carvings were exactly, but it was beautiful all the same. Silco places the brass tip in his nostril, inhaling a line in one fell swoop. Straightening his back, he sniffs a few more times before wiping off the tip of the device with a cloth that smelled of disinfectant and offering it to you.

You take it from his outstretched hand, the metal cool against your skin. Moving closer to the desk, you bend over to snort your line. The powder stings your sinuses as you inhale, but you don’t stop. The pain is just part of the experience. Sitting down in the chair behind you, you copy his movements again, closing your eyes as you lean back, sniffing until the burning subsides. Looking up at Silco, you blink a couple times as you feel the rush of the drug in your bloodstream.

Meeting his gaze, you saw his pupils were dilated and a pale blush had reached his cheeks, visible even under his makeup. A wide grin spread across your face and you giggled, causing Silco to smile as well, this time both corners of his mouth lifting.

“I must say, your eyes are absolutely magnetic. Especially now that the glitter has taken effect,” he complimented, walking around his desk to sit on the edge in front of you.

"Thank you," you mutter, looking away as you grow self conscious under the intensity of his gaze. Noticing this, Silco reaches down and lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. As study his face with wide, keening eyes, he smirks. You feel him put more pressure on your chin, raising you to your feet and pulling you slightly closer. Feeling dizzy from standing too quickly (and your proximity to him), you sway and rest your hands on Silco’s thin thighs to steady yourself.

Suddenly he takes your face roughly between his hands, pulling you into a long, deep kiss. He pulls away, loosening his hold on your face slightly to give you time to push him away if you're uncomfortable. Flustered by his retreat, you take him by the back of the neck and kiss him, your lips crashing together as both of you breathe in each other's scent. As your tongues dance around each other, you sink your fingers into the softness of his hair. The drugs coursing through your system enhanced every touch, taste and smell. It was like someone stripped off the outer layer of your senses, leaving them bare and new to the world. You didn't think it was possible, but the sensations are even better than the very first time you took shimmer.

Your hand travels up to the crown of his head where his hair is longer and you pull gently, to tipping his head back and exposing his throat. You had heard a cliff-notes version of how Silco’s eye got damaged, and you knew it involved being choked. You take this into consideration as you kiss your way along his sharp jawline, sucking on his earlobe before moving down to bite at his collarbone. You feel his hands eagerly exploring the curves of your body, taking stock of how many articles of clothing he’ll need to remove to get to you. You thanked your past self for choosing not to wear a bra today, so only a thin shirt, a pair of jeans and your black, lace-lined panties separated you from him. You feel his fingertips slide underneath the hem of your shirt and you decide to strip it off completely, throwing it to some unknown corner of the room. Your bare tits bounced slightly with the movement, and you saw a fresh wave of lust cross the older man's face at the sight of your pierced nipples. He knows this is going to be fun.

He slides off the desk and moves his hand down to your ass, slapping it as he tries to pull you up. You jump and he catches you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Still feverishly kissing and biting each other, he carries you over to the couch that’s pushed against the wall. He lowers you so you’re laying on your back, your legs still wrapped around him. You attempt to flip the two of you around so you’re on top and in control, but he forces your hips down. He pulls away from the kiss momentarily to look at you intently.

“May I continue?” he asks, studying your face.

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly, leaning forward to kiss him again. Grasping at his hips, you try desperately to pull him closer to you. You’re flattered to find he’s already half-hard just from kissing you.

Before you can react he has you sitting on his lap, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue. Though incredibly distracting, this allows you time to unbutton his vest and shirt, exposing his bare chest and abdomen. Too impatient to strip off the layers completely, you grasp at his chest. You find his skin is warm and surprisingly soft as you dig your nails into his skin when he bites you again. You feel his large hands knit through your hair, using your own move against you and yanking your head back to reveal the soft, sensitive skin of your neck. Your breath hitches as he alternates soft kisses with sharp nips, occasionally stopping to leave hickies around your throat.

Silco’s hands are on every part of you, leaving chills in their wake. He digs his fingernails into your skin when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth. After stopping to feel the softness of your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger, his hands travel down your body. You feel his fingers slip under the waist of your jeans before smacking your ass, hard. With each sensation your breathing quickened, whimpers slipping out without your permission.

“Tell me how you want it,” Silco said, his voice raspier than usual.

“I want you to use me like the slutty fuck doll I am,” you reply, struggling (and failing) to keep your voice stable as you look at him. A devilish grin spread across the older man’s face. He grips your hair again, tighter this time. Pulling back sharply, he distances you from himself and you find your gaze gravitate to his more expressive cyan eye.

“Open,” he demands, pulling at your chin to open your mouth. As soon as your teeth are parted, he forces his slender fingers into your mouth. His skin tastes sweet, and you hungrily suck on his fingers. Plunging his fingers deeper down your throat, you open wider to try to accommodate for the size of his hand. You try in vain not to gag, your throat constricting around his fingers as you try to suppress the noise. He brings his fingers back out of your mouth and inspects them, a thin line of drool connecting your mouth with his fingers.

"Smack me," you urge, desperate for more sensation.

Smirking, he grabs you by the throat and slaps your cheek with a crisp smack. Not too hard, but hard enough to sting. You can’t help the whine that escapes your throat. He smirks once more as he begins to undo his belt and buttons, pushing your head down with his other hand. Sliding off his lap, you kiss your way down the length of his body as you sink to your knees.

“Be a good little whore and wrap those pretty lips around my cock,” He commanded, pulling forth his erection. You’re slightly intimidated by his size, but you take his cock by the base as you begin to slowly swirl your tongue before taking the tip into your mouth, applying a tiny bit of suction.

Silco inhales sharply at the contact, and you think for a second you might actually make him moan. No such luck though as the man is rarely vocal, especially with so little effort. Steeling yourself, you take his cock fully in your mouth, opening your mouth as wide as possible and pushing it as deeply as you dared. Silco gasps again, whispering an airy "fuck" under his breath. You bob your head a few times, his dick pressing against the back of your throat. The size of him causes you to gag, and you retract your head with a gasp. Drool drips down your chin as you look up at him.

Silco stands and you open your mouth again, still kneeling in front of him. Holding you by the back of the head he steadies you, pushing his cock deeper as he throat fucks you. Your eyes water as you gag again on his impressive length, causing the man to smile down at you.

“You’re so beautiful choking on my cock like that. Such a good girl.” he said between gasping breaths, his voice husky. Pulling his hips toward you, you hold him still as you force his cock as deep as you can, pulling away just after the smallest whimper left his lips. He grabs you by the throat once again, pulling you up into a feverish kiss. You reach down and grasp his cock, using your thumb to spread the drop of precum that had leaked out around the tip. He hums in appreciation, feverishly fumbling with your pants button and zipper. Once they are properly taken care of, he pulls down your pants forcefully, almost ripping them. Steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders, you kick them off the rest of the way.

Silco's large hands grip your waist, steering you towards the couch and pushing you onto the soft cushions. Taking your place on the floor he pulls your hips towards him, raising your legs to put them on his shoulders. He begins sucking and biting at the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs and you squirm. Breathing hard, you watch as he gets closer and closer to your cunt. Finally reaching the center of your pelvis, Silco makes eye contact as he takes the hem of your underwear in his jagged teeth and pulls them down before tossing them away. Moving your legs from his shoulders, he reaches up to grasp the back of your neck. Raising his other hand to your face, you instinctively take his fingers into your mouth.

“Such a good little whore, opening your mouth for me without being asked,” he said, the perfect mix of praise and degradation feeding the fire in your belly. Sitting back on his heels he slowly trails his still-wet fingers down your body, finally reaching your cunt. He passes a few feather-light touches over your clit and you squirm, desperate for more.

Suddenly his fingers are inside you, giving you no time to prepare. It was a welcome surprise though, and you can’t help the high pitched gasp that escapes your lips. His hand stills momentarily as he kisses you roughly again. Holding your bottom lip between his teeth, he begins quickly thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You moan desperately into his mouth when his fingers curl to put friction on your g-spot.

Just as quickly as his fingers enter they withdraw, wrapping his other hand around your throat. He tapped your chin twice and you eagerly take his fingers into your mouth again, sucking on them. You love the way you can taste yourself on him.

"You look so beautiful with my fingers down your throat," he praised, pulling his hand away and smacking you again, harder this time. A quiet, breathy "please" escapes your lips.

He holds you there, sliding his hand up your throat to your jaw, turning your head so he can look at you. Your hair is wild, and your makeup is streaked down your cheeks from when your eyes watered when he was throat fucking you.

"Beautiful," he says again, raising you to your feet with his hand cupping your jaw. Seeing an opportunity, you distract him with a kiss as you grab him by the hips and steer him back towards the desk. Caught off guard by the sudden change in location, he pulls away from the kiss. You try to kiss him again, but he catches your face with one strong hand.

"Wait," he said, staring deep into your eyes. "Are you going to finish your line like a good little glitter whore?"

You nodded enthusiastically, taking the metal tube from his outstretched palm once again. Bending with your back arched and ass out, you inhale your line. You don't feel the burn as much this time, your nose having adjusted to the sensation. You groan in pleasure as you take in the euphoric sensation washing over your body. Eyes still closed, you hear fabric hit the floor as Silco shrugs off his shirt and vest. You hand over the device and Silco takes in his line, sighing with content.

"Now then," he said, placing the tube down on the desk, "where were we?"

You open your eyes just in time to catch his smug expression as he lunged for your throat. Surprised once again, you instinctively grab his wrist. Immediately he removes his hand and backs away from you slightly, studying your face in concern. Before he has a chance to say anything, you pull his hand back to wrap around your neck.

"My neck feels too bare without your hand," you complain, gazing up at him with your best fuck-me eyes. He smiles, pulling you in to kiss you again.

Feeling your heartbeat throughout your entire body, you do nothing to try to stifle your whimpers as Silco’s hands grasp at your skin. You reach your left hand up to touch his face, but he catches you by the wrist and pins your arm over your head.

He moves your free hand in the direction of his hips. You graze the sensitive skin of his abdomen with your nails, traveling down to his cock, the head of which was pinned up by his boxers. Pulling them down just enough to reveal the rest of his length you took him by the base, but didn't start moving your hand yet.

Bowing your head slightly, you let a large, gooey drop of spit descend from your lips, landing on the tip of his cock. Slowly you begin to move your hand, allowing your saliva to act as lubricant. His breath quickens, and you smile against his mouth.

He releases your arm and rests his hands on your hips, pushing you back so you're half-sitting on the desk. Taking you by the hair again, he pulls your head away from him.

"Tongue out," he orders, tapping on your chin. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, locking eyes with Silco as he looks down at you. He spits in your mouth before pulls you into a deep kiss. His spit tastes sweet, and you can't help but moan a little.

Breaking the kiss, he pushes you again so you're laying on your back on the desk. Your arms flail a bit, knocking off a small stack of books and his ashtray as you struggle to prop yourself up on your elbows. If he was upset by the spill he didn't show it, focusing on kissing his way down your body and nipping at you intermittently. The kisses tickled slightly, and you couldn't help but shiver. Sinking to his knees in front of the desk, he digs his nails into your tender inner thighs as he spreads your legs further apart.

Locking eyes with you, he shifts forward and slowly moves the tip of his tongue in between your folds. You could feel the heat of his breath as he teased you, barely making contact before retracting his tongue and beginning again. He did this a few times and you squirmed, trying desperately for more sensation. Suddenly he spreads your lips with the flat of his tongue before latching onto your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the engorged button.

You cry out, not expecting such a sudden increase in contact. You buck your hips, but Silco places a large hand between your hip bones, holding you down. He releases the suction of his lips on your clit and buries his face and tongue in your pussy. You moan loudly, leaning back fully so you can tangle your hands in his soft, graying hair.

"Oh, FUCK!" you exclaim, feeling the knot in your belly grow tighter. You want to hold his head between your thighs, but he's still pushing your legs apart. "Fuck I'm so close, don't stop!"

As soon as the words leave your lips he pulls away, leaving you teetering on the edge of orgasm and whining in frustration. He stands up, towering over you. Your whines are cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat again as he pulls you up into a kiss, his other hand placed on the small of your back pulling you close. Still intertwined, he walks the two of you over to the window.

Holding you by the nape of your neck, he kisses his way up from your shoulder to your neck. His breath tickles your ear as he bites your earlobe.

"I want everyone to see me fucking you like the dirty little cum slut you are," he growls in your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat as he leaves another hickey on your neck, and you tip your head back to expose more of your skin.

In the blink of an eye Silco spins you around, your hands pressing against the glass to steady yourself. He pulls your hips sharply towards him, bending you over slightly. He kicks your feet apart, and you feel one of his hands return to the small of your back. You can feel his stiff cock pressed against your ass as he leans forward.

"I want to hear you beg," he states in a low tone. He bites your shoulder hard, causing you to suck in air through your bared teeth.

"Please please fuck me, I need your thick cock buried deep in my pussy, I'm so wet for you please PLEASE fuck m-" your sentence cut short as you cry out from the sudden sensation of him entering you. At the same time he pulls your head back, causing you to arch your back even more.

"Good girl," he purrs, slowly pushing into you inch by inch, allowing your body time to adjust. You knew how big he was by how much you struggled to fit your mouth around his cock, but it was entirely different when he was inside you. Biting your lip, you relish the exquisite stretch, gasping slightly with each push.

Releasing your hair, you finally feel his hips pressed against your ass, pausing after burying himself in you fully. Your breathing is ragged as you try not to shake. Placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip, he slowly starts thrusting in and out of you. You moan loudly, not bothering to even try to muffle the noise.

His pace quickens, pounding into you again and again. The moans are flowing out of you like water, and you hear him swear under his breath again. He continues to fuck you hard, dragging his sharp fingernails down the length of your back. You silently hoped it drew blood so you could be reminded of him every time your back stung. Your moan is more high pitched this time, the pain causing your vocal cords to constrict.

You shift to release one of your hands, placing your forearm over your head against the window. You try to reach down to rub your clit but Silco’s movements are faster, catching your wrist and bending your arm behind you.

"Not so fast. No touching until I give you permission," he growled in an assertive tone.

"Y-yes s-sir," you squeak, his thrusts forcing the words out in pieces. He continues, mixing smooth, long strokes with sharp thrusts, his dick filling you completely. "Fuck, please I'm so close, fuck me harder," you plead.

Doing the exact opposite he pulls all the way out of you swiftly, leaving you empty and whimpering once again. He turns you around to look at him.

"Do you think asking nicely is going to get you what you want?" he asks, voice low. You nod, trying desperately to pull him closer to you. He resists, and there's something almost animalistic in the way he stares down at you. "On any other day it might, but tonight you need to wait. Understood?"

You nod fervently, transfixed by his blue eye's gaze piercing through you like an icicle. His pupils are still dilated from the glitter, and you imagine yours are too. He smirks, kissing you deeply again. You feel his hands make their way down your back, stopping to squeeze your ass before lifting you up again as though you weighed nothing. Lips still locked with yours he carries you over to the couch again, sitting with you on his lap.

"Ride me," he says, a hungry look in his eyes. You shift to rest your knees on either side of him, raising yourself as you line up his dick with your dripping hole.

You slowly sink down with a breathy exhale, coming to rest with him buried deep inside you. Silco is breathing hard, letting out a quiet groan as you descend. You slowly roll your hips, partially to make sure you have good leverage and partially to see what his reaction will be. You're not sure what it is about that particular movement, but you're almost always rewarded with a moan when you fuck someone in this position.

Your tried and true method works once again, pulling a low moan from the man as his blue eye rolls back in his head. You grin as you thread your fingers through his hair and start riding him, bouncing on your knees.

"Shit!" Silco hissed, digging his nails into your hips. The heavenly pain causes you to gasp and you lean forward, kissing him with your hand still in his hair. The shift allows you to keep your upper body still as you use your back muscles to bounce your hips. Increasing the speed, you felt him moan into your mouth again.

Changing positions, Silco takes you in his arms and turns you so you're laying on your back. Kneeling on the couch with one foot on the floor, Silco raises your legs to his shoulders and slides a pillow under your back so your hips are slightly higher than your head. He tips his cock down slightly with his hand, finally penetrating you once again. The force and feeling causes you to cry out as he immediately begins jackhammering in and out of you.

As the knot in your belly grows tighter by the second, you can tell this is going to be the position that sends you over the edge. You let out a whimpering moan, clawing at the couch. You lock eyes with Silco again and he can tell you're close, and you pray he'll finally allow you release. Continuing to pound into you, you feel his grip on your legs tighten. You want to beg him to let you cum, but you're completely incoherent at this point so you don't even try.

"Cum for me darling," he gasps in between thrusts. His cheeks are flushed and his brow furrowed, tousled strands of dark hair framing his face.

Making eye contact you start to rub your clit, and it only takes a few seconds for you to climax. In pure ecstasy you scream out his name, gripping the sofa so tightly one of your nails punctures the fabric. The rhythmic contraction of your walls combined with the sight and sound of your orgasm causes him to moan, much louder than before. He slows his pace as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, but he doesn't stop. Once your breathing slows, he picks up the pace again. Silco always makes sure to leave his partner with no less than three orgasms.

With the same rhythm as before he pounds into you, the overstimulation almost too much to handle.

"Again," he demands, panting. You start rubbing your clit again, gentler this time as you’re still sensitive. Your second orgasm comes slower, but when it does it's even more intense than the first. Your eyes roll back as you release a deep, guttural moan. You hear Silco whisper "yes" as you cum again, this time stopping with his cock buried deep inside you.

"Gods, you're beautiful," he tells you, moving your legs off of his shoulders so he can kiss you. You smile against him, eyes fluttering open as he breaks the kiss.

"Be a good girl and bend over, ass up," he tells you, backing up a bit to let you move. Head spinning, you obediently flip over and lean over the arm of the couch, spread your cheeks for him. "Mm, beautiful," he repeats.

You feel the tip of his cock teasing your clit, and you try fruitlessly to rock back into him.

"Greedy little cock slut aren't you?" You hear him say behind you. "Are you sure you can handle it?" He asks. You nod feverishly, deciding to attempt to speak.

"Yes s-sir, please fuck m-ah!" Your last word morphing into a cry as he plunges inside you, smacking your bare ass and leaving a handprint. Wary of overstimulating you to the point of it being unenjoyable, he rolls his hips slowly, his cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt. Your uncontrollable moans match the timing of his thrusts, gradually increasing his speed until he's pounding you again.

"FUCK fuck fuck fuck please please, HARDER," you whine, reaching down to find your clit again. His hand beats you to it though, his warm fingers rubbing in small circles. You feel tears welling in your eyes as you continue to beg in between long, gasping moans. You're crying not out of pain, but out of sheer bliss.

You try to say his name again as you cum a third time, but all that comes out is a hiss followed by a crying scream. He continues pounding you as the tears flow down your cheeks, breath heaving.

"Gods, oh FUCK!" Silco moans, clawing at your back as he reaches his climax, releasing inside you with a final push.

Panting, he stabilizes himself with his arm on the back of the couch. Sliding out of you with a groan, Silco collapses back onto the couch, still breathing hard. After closing his eyes for a moment he stands, pulling his boxers back up and buttoning his pants while you catch your breath. He hands you a soft rag to clean yourself off with while he busies himself with finding his cigar box. Rolling so you're on your back, you do your best to wipe the tears, drool and sweat off your face, as well as soaking up the small pool of cum that has dripped out of you. As he sits back down, Silco watches you from the corner of his good eye. He clips the end of a cigar and lights it, using his unoccupied hand to smooth back the loose, damp strands of hair from his forehead.

He's so beautiful, you think, watching as he takes a long drag from the cigar, head tipped back and bare chest swelling as the smoke fills his lungs. He exhales, blowing a ring of smoke towards the ceiling. He passes you the cigar, and your hand shakes as you reach for it. You can only imagine what would happen if you actually tried to stand.

"That was fantastic love," he hums, head lolling to the side as he watches you suck on the cigar. You let the smoke flow out of your mouth and suck it back in through your nose. You return the cigar.

"No one has ever been able to make me cum like that," you confess, meeting his gaze. His blue eye was half closed, the fatigue of the activity setting in. He raised his eyebrow.

"Is that so?" He challenges. You nod. "Well then, I ought to tell you, no one has ever been able to make me moan like that." A pale blush blooms on his cheeks and you smile, blushing as well.

“I’m sure it was just the glitter,” you say quietly as you look away, doubting the truth of the man’s statement. Silco shook his head.

"No darling, it was you,” he confirmed, placing his hand on your cheek. You raise your eyes to look at him. His expression is soft, almost tender as he looks into your eyes. “I would very much like to break this record we've just set, if you'll have me," he commented nonchalantly, retracting his hand from your face. Your smile broadens as the possibilities run through your mind.

"That can be arranged," you reply, smirking. You do your best to match his tone, but you can't keep the excitement from your eyes. Silco smiles back at you.

"For now though, um, can you help me find my clothes?" You ask, standing up. Looking around the room, you spot your pants on the floor, but the other 2 articles of clothing are nowhere to be seen. Still sitting, Silco takes your hand in his.