Perth could only feel Saint.
Saint's hands on his cheeks, holding
Perth close. Saint's toes on his feet, giving the small lad four inches of height.
Saint's body against his, keeping him on edge.
Saint's lips sealed with his, kissing him with all he had.
Lust was seeping through their veins thanks to the dance, blood pumping quickly due to their rapid hearts.
Perth's hands were encasing Saint's hips in a grip, leaving marks as usual, fingers sneaking into Saint's panties.
"I need you," Saint breathed, moving his hands to tug Perth's tie off. "Do you wanna tie me up?"
"No, need you to ride me," Perth grunted and Saint nodded frantically, dropping the item to the floor before shrugging out of his unbuttoned shirt, lips still moving with Perth's in a dirty kiss.
Perth was thankful he'd coated his legs with scar makeup because he didn't know what he'd do if Saint saw the four-day-old marks, an angry red, still scabbed over a little.
Besides, Saint would be over him so it's not as if he could see the scars anyways.
Saint was desperate, pulling Perth from his thoughts and onto the couch similar to the one that was in Perth's last dressing room- sleek, black leather.
"Bas will kill me if cum stains get on that," Perth mumbled as Saint straddled him.
"Don't give a fuck," Saint mumbled, moving to shove his fingers into his mouth. Perth beat him to it, sucking Saint's fingers into his mouth, eyes locked on Saint's face as the older boy's jaw dropped. Perth's tongue ran over the digits, coating them with spit.
Saint moaned, putting his hand behind himself and pushing the panties aside, digging a finger into himself.
As Saint fingered himself open, Perth pulled his hard dick from his boxers, relieved that he could leave the clothing to cover his pale thighs- just in case.
"Perth" Saint moaned, scissoring his fingers inside himself.
"what is it, doll?"
"your fingers are so much longer, so much better," Saint whined.
"i know, love, but my dick will be so much better, i'm so hard for you," Perth said softly, brushing back Saint's feathery hair with his fingers.
Saint nodded, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on Perth's boxers before staring at Perth, who pulled Saint in for a kiss.
"take me into your arms and prove that i'm the only one you need," Saint whispered, giggling shyly.
"you've been waiting for that, huh?" Perth replied, smiling softly. Saint just nodded. "can you blow me, baby, gotta get my dick wet so we can fit it in, yeah?"
Saint nodded again, moving onto his knees between Perth's legs, eager to be on Perth's dick. Saint's hand and lips wrapped around Perth's erection, taking him in while pumping him softly.
Perth moaned, tangling his spidery digits into Saint's damp hair, shivering when he felt just how hot Saint's body was, already sweaty.
You just danced, nit, 'course he's sweaty, Perth thought to himself as Saint swallowed him. Perth groaned deep in his throat, animalistic, needing to be in the beautiful man.
Saint dribbled saliva onto Perth's erection, ignoring his own throbbing cock for once, and Perth noticed this, watched as Saint merely palmed himself once before returning his hand to Perth's dick.
"C'mon, Doll, need to be in you" Perth ordered, tugging gently on Saint's hair.
"Sorry, Daddy," Saint whispered, coming up to straddle Perth's lap again, lining the younger man's dick up to his hole, breaching it with the head, Saint groaning at the discomfort.
Saint slid onto Perth's cock anyways, a little tight from not being properly fucked in a good two weeks and Perth knew that Saint's last fuck was Copter who wasn't nearly as thick nor long as Perth was; Saint's informed Perth of this fact the first time Perth found out what was going on.
Perth didn't want to think of Copter because he was bottoming out, balls pressed right against Saint's ass.
The older lad was breathing heavily, arms snaked around Perth's neck. He moved in to press desperate kisses against Perth's lips, relaxing his body.
"Good boy," Perth hummed, snapping his hips up. Saint moaned, leaning down to breathe harshly into Perth's neck as Perth began to fuck into him, causing Saint's flushed dick to bounce inside his panties, tip peeking out of the top.
"Perth! Fuck, Daddy, m'gonna come already! You're so big, so good" Saint sobbed.
"You can come, but you've got to let me stay inside, I'm not close enough," Perth ordered.
"Yes, sir."
"Come, baby, so you can really ride me, send me to my orgasm, up and down like a zipper," Perth breathed out huskily, causing Saint to moan and spill cum into his panties.
"Good lad you are... Ride Daddy now, please?"
Saint nodded, placing his heels onto the leather couch and working his legs up and down, riding Perth properly even with how sore his hole was becoming.
"So tight, baby. Shit can you bite my neck or something?"
Saint didn't reply, he just bent over and began sucking on Perth's neck. Saint's dick was hard again- Perth could feel it against his toned stomach, rubbing against the lace panties.
"Faster, harder," Saint moaned. Perth bucked into him several times, entering his release with a satisfied moan, filling Saint to the brim with hot cum.
"Come again, Son" Perth ordered, pumping Saint's dick, ignoring how sensitive his own cock was as it softened in Saint's hole.
Saint came, some cum getting onto the couch. Perth immediately scooped it up with has fingers, ordering his boy to suck them, which he did.
"Missed this," Perth admitted as Saint smiled dazedly at him. "Missed you."
"I know," Saint said, pulling himself off of Perth. "I've missed this as well."
Perth sighed, pulling his boxers back up as Saint shifted awkwardly, pulling his panties over his leaking hole. Perth was satisfied knowing his cum was filling Saint up.
"I'm going to your dressing room and getting you some panties, alright? We both have private shows to do," Perth said, pushing back Saint's sweaty hair and kissing his forehead.
A few more hours of working and they drove to their separate apartments. Perth got a hold of Plan and decided that him, Saint, and Bas could attend their DJ's party that night.
Perth showered and changed into black skinnes, a white tank top, a green plaid flannel, and brown boots. A brown hat was placed over his long hair, sealing the look. He grabbed his keys and phone, letting Saint know he was on his way.
••••••
"Hey, Plan," Perth greeted his friend as they entered his flat. It was wide and spacious. Even though this was a party, Perth knew it was their best bet because it would be fun but not too crowded.
He was right.
"Hey, Perth. Bas. And... Saint? Quite a combination," Plan said, eyeing the three of them.
"I'm done being a bitch," Bas said, pretending to flip hair from his shoulder with his hand. "I'm just gonna move on. Want to hook up?"
"As fun as that sounds," Plan said sarcastically, laughing softly, "I've got a guy I'm eyeing tonight."
"Ohhh, do tell," Bas said, bouncing on his toes.
"No way, Bas, you'll cock block the entire time," Perth said with a chuckle.
"As if I want Plan."
"Everyone wants Plan," Perth said with a shrug.
"Yeah," Saint agreed. "Look at him." Plan winked, taking a sip from his cup.
"Shit!" Saint said suddenly, ducking behind Perth. "Shit, shit, shit!"
"What is it, baby?" Perth asked immediately, folding a protective arm around the smaller man.
"Plan, you're friends with Copter?" Saint hissed, pointing out the small lad as he chatted with a girl.
"I met him the other day," Plan said slowly. "He was at the club."
"He was?" Perth snapped, staring at Saint's 'friend' with distaste.
"Yeah, couldn't keep his eyes off Son," Plan mumbled. "Told him Saint was taken and he ought not to try."
"And he just left?" Saint asks in surprise.
"That's the guy Saint was sleeping with," Perth mumbled and Plan widened his eyes.
"Oh! Wow... Yeah, he left right after. He looked sad so I followed him and invited him here tonight."
Bas finally spoke, giving Saint a small smile. "I could keep him distracted, Saint."
"you'd do that for me?" Saint asked in surprise and Bas shrugged.
"he's pretty cool... i just... i feel like it's the right thing to do," Bas mumbled.
"getting soft on us, Bas?" Perth cooed, pinching Bas's cheek.
The redhead smacked Perth's hand as if it carried a disease. "no. maybe i'll get a nice fuck from it. haven't had one since..." his eyes flickered to the floor then back to Copter. "in a while."
"Go get him," Saint encouraged, shrugging.
Bas nodded and patted Perth's back before saying, "i'm going in. have a good night. get laid. see you tomorrow," and he was gone.
"he's strange," Plan said with a laugh.
"yeaaaah," Perth said, smiling a little. "he's definitely different."
"can we dance?" Saint asked suddenly.
Perth shrugged, guiding Saint to the middle of the room so they could dance to the music.
•••••••
It was the second time that night that Perth was hard but he couldn't help himself.
Saint mixed with weed was a bad decision. They didn't drink anything, only smoked a little, but Perth already felt high around Saint and the drug didn't help anything.
Plan unlocked the guest bedroom for them and Perth had the door locked back and Saint pinned on the bed in seconds, grinding against him.
Saint unbuttoned Perth's jeans, eager to have Perth's dick inside him again.
"Still loose from earlier," Saint mumbled into a heated kiss. "You can push right into me."
Perth groaned, wiggling from his jeans and helping Saint out of his right after.
Perth stood up and was lifting a leg up to wiggle out of his boxers when Saint gasped, staring at Perth's showing thigh.
Perth suddenly thought shit because all of his makeup was gone and his scars were on full display. He pulled up his boxers quickly but Saint stopped him, climbing from the bed.
Perth's heart was pounding hard in his chest as Saint's tiny hands pulled down Perth's boxers.
It should've look provoking when Saint dropped to his knees but tears were streaming down Saint's face and his hands were pulling Perth's legs apart to examine the inside of his thighs.
"Sai-"
"This is all my fault," Saint said suddenly. A wrecked sob left his lips merely two seconds later.
"No," Perth whispered, closing his eyes. "No, baby doll, it's not your fault. I did it."
"Because of me!" Saint sobbed. "I made you do it. I'm so selfish!"
"Saint..." Perth said softly, opening his eyes to touch Saint's face, wiping at his tears.
"There's so many!"
"Baby... I-I know it looks bad-"
"Why do you do this, Perth, I love you so much, please don't do this," Saint cried, wrapping his arms around Perth's thighs.
The younger lad sighed, reaching down to pick Saint up and lie him carefully on the bed, kissing his lips gently as Saint clung to him.
Perth rubbed Saint's arms gently. "You said you-"
"I know! I do love you, Perth, but this is what I was talking about! If you can easily hurt yourself-"
"I'd never hurt you," Perth said firmly. "Not in that way, I'd never put you through any real pain, Saint."
Saint wiped his eyes before letting out another sob. "I love you."
Perth finally smiled, kissing Saint firmly on the lips, straddling the older lad, hands braced around Saint's head to hold himself up.
"You know I love you, Saint. I'm so happy to hear you say that," Perth breathed.
Saint smiled sadly, using his hands to trace Perth's jawbone. "Perth?"
"Yes, doll?"
"Can we try something?"
"Anything."
"Can we... Can you make love to me?" Saint whispered.
Perth broke into a grin, eyes watering over and he was just so happy and so in love that he didn't know if he could even live without the boy below him.
It was something special, Saint was something special.
"Yes, baby, of course. I've hit lube this time-"
"I'm stretched-"
"C'mon, baby, I know you like the sting but tonight I just want you to get off on how much I love you," Perth whispered. A tear fell off his cheek, play teeing onto Saint's face, and Saint let out a wet laugh, nodding.
Perth pecked Saint's lips before grabbing the lube packet from his jeans. He poured half onto three fingers, going on and letting two enter Saint.
"Fuck, Saint, it's only been a few hours and you're so tight," Perth moaned as Saint's tight heat swallowing his fingers.
"Yeah," Saint grunted. "Glad you wanted to prep me."
Perth smiled softly, kissing Saint as he fingered the boy open, enjoying the way Saint whimpered into his mouth.
"Another," Saint grunted and Perth wiggled in a third, opening Saint up properly.
After about five minutes of finger-fucking, Perth pulled out his fingers, wiping them on the comforter, and pouring the rest of the lube onto his dick.
He took the time to look at Saint- really look at him.
Saint eyelashes were fluttering over his eyes, dilated with lust. His cheeks were red and his hair was sweaty. Pink lips tilted into a shy smile and his pretty, ink less chest glittered with sweat as well. Saint's flushed dick was pressed against the small swell of his stomach, dipping down into sharp hipbones and thick thighs.
"You're gorgeous," Perth thought aloud, reaching down to kiss Saint's collarbone.
"Oh, Perth... Make love to me, please, make me yours again."
"Always mine," Perth assured him as he pushed into Saint's hole slowly.
The two shared a sigh of relief, here pecking Saint's jaw in appreciation.
The sex was different than any other time. There was still the passion, but it was explainable this time, defined by love. They could only say each other's names, sweet on the tongue. The moans were softer, the thrusts were gentler, and 'I love you' was the only full sentence either of them could speak.