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You don't remember whose idea it was at first. Everything had been a blur from the moment Steven saved you from a group of drunkards following you home. Luckily, he'd been walking down the road to meet you halfway when he heard your screams for help.
And god, you couldn't understand why. You should have feared for your life, but watching Steven defend you by knocking them all out after talking didn't work too well had made you feel so desperately hot.
You don't remember whose idea it was at first. For the life of you, you can't figure out who. Probably you. Most definitely, it could be you. But you simply couldn't give a flying shit about it right now.
Not when Steven's pinning you up against the harsh concrete of the wall, still donning his Mr. Knight suit that stands out under the dim moonlight above.
"Well, well, well..." he teases, conjuring the mask of his attire away so that you're met with his starving stare. "Looks like my precious darling isn't so innocent after all. I saw the way you were ogling at me back there. You're not very subtle, are you, love?"
Breath hitching in your throat, a gloved hand skims down the side of your body, resting at the hip where Steven gives you an enticing squeeze, grinding his rigid cock against your leg. Swallowing dryly, you glance down to see the straining bulge in his white trousers, your fingers aching to reach for the zipper and drag the clasp down.
Your mouth waters at the thought of slipping a hand inside his pants. But before you could make a move, he roughly flips you around so that you're facing the wall, his hot breath blowing softly against the shell of your ear.
"Eager are we, eh?" Steven chuckles darkly, his hands doing quick work to rid you of your bottoms.
Public sex isn't anything new to you and Steven. It was a kink of his that you were both pleased to discover. But this is the first time you're doing it with Steven dressed as his Mr. Knight persona, and fucking hell, it turns you on so much.
You glance behind you, catching a glimpse of Steven as he rolls up his sleeves and loosens the neck of his tie. A tantalizing smirk tugs at his lips when he finally unzips himself and slowly pulls his throbbing length out of the seam.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, sweetheart." he mumbles breathlessly into your skin, sending a jolt of arousal straight through you. "Be a good one and keep quiet for me, okay? We wouldn't want anyone disrupting us, do we"
With a sharp intake of air, you bite the edge of your lip as the tip of his cock begins to probe you. Steven knows damn well that being quiet is nearly impossible, but he'll take great pleasure in seeing you try.
