This is a really, really old one lmao. I forgot how to write smut guys T^T
Been a while.
Anyway, wrote this in 2019. Super long, not the hottest, but eh. If I do a part two, I promise it'll be way better. But what you can do now is go to the bottom to find the better ones, so just enjoy this one ^-^
- dai
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Faust McCain sat on his king-sized bed, a cigarette between his chapped lips and a scowl cemented on his face. His mood had changed because of the petite boy who laid asleep next to him naked underneath his sheets. The boy's high-pitched moans filled his head, taunting him, reminding him of the sins he had just committed. He could still feel the boy's nails against his back, biting into his hot and flustered flesh. He could still smell the arousal in the room as the image of the boy's tiny, quavering frame beneath his larger built printed itself in his mind.
The boy was a one night stand that taunted him for hours.
Blowing out a puff of smoke, the all-too-familiar burning sensation filled Faust's chest as he ran his long fingers through the thick, glossy, ebony curls that tumbled over his brows, allowing the feeling to consume him whole. He loved it. There was a tint of sweetness in every whiff that he took, that, and the smell that reminded him of the reason why he started smoking.
Faust remembered yesterday, the night he laid eyes on the strawberry blonde just a few seats away from him at his bar. The two were looking for something, something to make them forget all about their day, and when their eyes met, they knew exactly what that something was.
Faust wanted a release — he wanted a distraction from the pestering people in his life. He wanted someone to give him pleasure by pleasuring themselves in front of him, he wanted someone to bend and break at his intoxicating touch, and he found exactly that in the boy at the bar.
"What's your name?" He had asked him the moment he went over to the shorter being. The dominance in his tone caused the boy to shrink at his words and gulp his arousal away, hoping the man would not sense anything from him, but Faust did. Just from the look the boy gave him, he knew he had already won him over.
"A-Avery," the blonde replied, fixating his eyes on the glass in his hand. His thumb rubbed the mouth of it, his cheeks flushing red from the vehement stare of Faust, who was liking every reaction of the boy so far.
"Well, Avery, what brings you to this bar? I'm sure someone like you has better things to do than to drink the rest of his life away." Faust teased, an eyebrow arched as he sat down next to Avery, tilting his head to have a better look at the boy's hidden face. Before Avery could even reply, Faust lifted Avery's head with his finger and flashed him a look that had Avery crumbling from within.
"Look at me," Faust instructed over the music, leaning closer to Avery so that every word made it through his ear. Avery's entire face flushed red from the feeling of Faust's breath, that was coated with alcohol, on his face.
"S-Sorry. I came here because my brother just lost his girlfriend." Avery swallowed as Faust's sharp eyes, that looked to have been kissed by a storm, bored into his brown orbs.
