The door closed with a soft click, trapping you inside the dark room with your f/o. They pressed you against the wall, your legs parted, and encircled their waist. Outside the room, the soft sound of laughter and conversation from the other guests could be heard, but is now distant and hazy. All that mattered in the moment was the heat of their body against yours. Both of you are panting, hot breaths mingling as your f/o desperately fumble to unbutton their pants and tug yours off. You try to steal a kiss, but they lean away, teasing you with a playful smile.
"Let's make this quick and quiet, okay, baby? Don't want anyone to come in."
Burying your face in the crook of their neck, you inhale the warmth of their skin, sweat-salted and familiar. Their signature cologne, a heady and earthy scent, envelops you like a thick haze, clouding your thoughts and making it impossible to think clearly. The rich notes of the fragrance are like a spell, stirring up a flurry of desires and making you forget about everything else except the one who wears it. Your f/o lets out a deep, guttural groan at how soaked you are. Slowly, achingly, they push inside you, every inch controlled. You feel them tense against you, resisting the urge to thrust too fast. Your body shudders as they twitch around your walls with just that first full pulse. Then, without warning, they slide out and snap their hips forward in one fierce motion. The rhythm breaks open - quick now, relentless - a driving heat that makes you whimper and pull them closer.
Their grip on your waist tightens before you almost lean to the side, balancing you. This is exactly what you needed: to be filled up and taken care of. All you could think about was how good your f/o looked tonight, and thinking how fast you could both fuck before someone noticed your absence. Quivering, you can tell you were close, coiling your moans in your throat, silently begging for more. You had to be quiet, even if the slapping of skins was the opposite of that. Your f/o leans in, burying their face in your hair, and the sudden change in angle sends electricity down your spine and to your throbbing core.
Moaning softly, you could feel yourself spiraling towards orgasm. Your thighs twitched, and your back arched up. Just as your cry threatened to escape, your f/o covers your mouth, stifling the sound. The mesmerizing sight of you straining to keep quiet drives them over the edge with a low groan. For a breath, you're both still, quiet, and satisfied in the aftermath. Your f/o slides out slowly, their softened length glistening in the dim light while your bodies remain close. As they touch their forehead against yours, your tired laughter mingles, the moment lies suspended between exhaustion and contentment.
You noticed the stickiness on your skin and the dampness between your thighs, knowing there was no chance of hiding the mess of cum on your thighs without going to the bathroom. Your f/o followed your gaze, immediately understanding what you were thinking. Their cheeks were flushed, their eyes glazed, and a satisfied expression on their face. They made sure to adjust your limp legs over their shoulder as they began to kneel down.
"So much for a quickie, huh?"
